However, Dick changed his mind so soon that he never afterwards remembered this first thought, but sat spellbound with delight, feeling every nerve in his body thrill and quiver with the pathos and loveliness of a voice that was so clear, so true and so sympathetic that not a single member of Esther’s audience failed to respond to its beauty. The song had a kind of plaintive cadence and had been arranged either for a tenor or soprano.
The Song Had a Plaintive Cadence
“Fades the star of morning, west winds gently blow,
Soft the pine trees murmur, soft the waters flow.
Lift thine eyes, my maiden, to the hill-tops nigh,
Night and gloom will vanish when the pale stars die.
Lift thine eyes, my maiden, hear thy lover’s cry.
“From my tent I wander seeking only thee,
As the day from darkness comes for stream and tree.