Come from the midnight mountain tops,
The mountains where the panthers play:
Descend; the veil of darkness drops;
Come fair and fairer than the day!
Our hearts are wounded with thine eyes:
They character in words of light
Thereon the mystery of the skies:
The “Name o'er every name” they write.
Come from thy Lebanonian peaks
Whose sacerdotal cedars nod
Above the world, when morning breaks —
The Mountain of the House of God.
The land thou lov'st — well is she!
The ploughers on her back may plough;
But in her vales upgrows the Tree
Of Life, and binds the bleeding brow.