When Eve’s heart in fear called “Hark!”
Or might it be in Abram’s time
Love taught you this sweetheart rhyme,—
Some trembling tones in Haran’s tongue
Ere the world-famed march begun?
Or when Ruth gleaned th’ alien corn,
Maybe, then, your song was born,
’Neath the whisp’ring palms one hour
Where you refuged from a shower?
Or some youth in David’s band