Clouds cover you, and ashes be your soil,
Until I bring upon Philistia
And Gath and Askalon extinguishing,
And sorrow-and immensity of tears!

        [Relieved, and going to MICHAL who dazedly
            weeps.

But we must calm the flowing of this grief,
For tho we cannot see now thro our pain,
How love, as sandal-breath and trickling balm,
Will heal us in the unbegotten years,
Too headlong must not be our agony.
Hush now thy wounded heart and dry thy tears,
For see, the East uplifts us wings of Dawn.
       [They climb the stair to the housetop.
           As they look away toward the battle's
           rout the clouds part, and over them
           breaks the full brightness of the
           sun. ...



THE END



65o



DAVID