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O
maid
,
unrelenting
and
cold
as
thou
art
,
My
bosom
is
proud
as
thine
own
.
Seward
It
was
in
the
twilight
of
the
day
when
her
trial
,
if
it
could
be
called
such
,
had
taken
place
,
that
a
low
knock
was
heard
at
the
door
of
Rebecca
's
prison-chamber
.
It
disturbed
not
the
inmate
,
who
was
then
engaged
in
the
evening
prayer
recommended
by
her
religion
,
and
which
concluded
with
a
hymn
we
have
ventured
thus
to
translate
into
English
.
When
Israel
,
of
the
Lord
beloved
,
Out
of
the
land
of
bondage
came
,
Her
father
's
God
before
her
moved
,
An
awful
guide
,
in
smoke
and
flame
.
By
day
,
along
the
astonish
'd
lands
The
cloudy
pillar
glided
slow
;
