Unto the Lord of Grace its winged flight takes first.
The prophet then: “The threatened judgment now must storm;
All hope’s gone by;—dead as that camel’s lifeless form.
Still, if, by coaxing, you her foal can win back here,
In calm tranquillity, from whence it’s fled through fear,290
With its return of confidence you may be saved;
But otherwise, despair and gnash your teeth, depraved!”
His threat they heard; dejected were at its import.
Their looks sank downcast;—sad anxiety’s resort.
The first day came; they saw each visage jaundiced o’er;