Passed through the wondering crowd, and disappeared.
NATHAN.
But not for ever, Daja, I would hope.
DAJA.
For some days after, 'neath yon spreading palms,
Which wave above our blest Redeemer's grave,
We saw him pacing thoughtful to and fro.
With transport I approached to speak my thanks.
I pleaded, begged, entreated that for once,
Once only, he would see the grateful maid,