"Let us rejoice"


sing the Jewish youths in chorus; and the maidens:--


"Our feet stand within thy gates, O Zion!
Within thy portals, O Jerusalem!"


The flames rise and dart among them; their garments wave, their jewels
flash, as they dance and sing in the crimson blaze. The music ceases,
a sound of crashing boards is heard and a great cry,--"Hallelujah!"
What a glory and consecration of the martyrdom! Where shall we find a
more triumphant vindication and supreme victory of spirit over matter?


"I see, I see,
How Israel's ever-crescent glory makes
These flames that would eclipse it dark as blots
Of candle-light against the blazing sun.
We die a thousand deaths,--drown, bleed, and burn.
Our ashes are dispersed unto the winds.
Yet the wild winds cherish the sacred seed,
The fire refuseth to consume.

. . . . . . . . .

Even as we die in honor, from our death