The Nocturnal Visit.
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?