To refuse, in degree, his privations to share.
But listen! The cock, with a shrill chanticleer,
Proclaims, by his voice, that the dawning is near.
Awake, Priest, awake! To thy labors once more!
Away to the Temple, God's grace to implore
On the day—on the nuptials—and on this great nation,
Thus gathered to witness the New Life's celebration!
The shouts of the multitude sound through the air;
The bells peal their echo to hearts far and near;
Haste, haste to the altar—thy vesture gird on!