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Tidings! sad tidings for the daughter of Ai, / They are bearing her prince and loved away, / Destruction falls like a mournful pall / On the fallen house of ill-fated Saul.
And Rizpah hears that her loved must die, / But she hears it all with a tearless eye; / And clasping her hand with grief and dread / She meekly bows her queenly head.