“Did you hear it?” interrupted Cimon.
“Yes: and our father would have us commit it to memory. I think that even now I can recite it word for word.”
“Please do so.”
The Jew, after a few moments of recollection, proceeded to recite as follows:
“No tongue can tell the sacred pomp,
That swept from Heaven one day,
And trailed its glory past the spheres,
To where the Infant lay—
Lift up your eyes in vast surprise,
Ye shepherds, on the scene,