| Jepthah's Daughter On the hills of Mizpah bloomed the mountain maid, Blue the skies above her where she strayed; As the light gazelle she sealed the rocky slope, Adah, child of love and hope. Gone from the mountain, lost to her home, Called in life's beauty to the tomb; Wake the wild lamenting in lonely glen, She will never come home again. Glad was her upraising, when, with maiden mirth And merry timbrel, she came forth; But, alas, the death march! day of utter gloom! Twas the signal of her doom. O, the grand deliverer of mountain maid! "Keep the vow, my father," thus she said; "Shall a Mason's daughter fear for truth to die? There's a home beyond the sky." From the hills of Mizpah, let her story rise, - "Death before dishonor" - to the skies; While seasons bloom on mountain free, Adah, we will weep for thee! From Macoy's 1866 Ritual |
