The Nocturnal Visit.

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Lo the curtains of night around Palestine fall,

And Jerusalem’s streets into darkness are thrown;

The late-busy hum of men’s voices is hushed,

And the city is clad in dark livery alone.

But see through the dimness that half opened door,

And slowly emerging a figure behold;

A quick, furtive glance he has thrown all around,

For what is he thirsting, for blood, or for gold?