Thee, thee, my Rachel, now so wholly dear,
That life without thee is but lingering death! 
Already with thee a diviner breath
Of inspiration lifts my soul to gain
The purest, loftiest heights I can attain! 
Not to entice thee from thy father’s care,
Have I come hither, but to seek a share
In that dear filial duty, and to give
Love, loyalty and homage, while I live,
To him, the honored hero of our race,
Beside whom here I also crave a place. 
Not only do I plead my love anew,
But also thus lay open to thy view
The dearest wishes of my soul, and wait
To learn thy answer.  Do I come too late?”

In doubt, ’twixt hope and fear, she raised her eyes
To read her fate in her lov’d father’s face;
Who, taking her fair hands within his own,
Advanced with her to where Emanuel stood,
And laid them in her lover’s eager grasp. 
With softened radiance, from their lonely paths,
The far-off stars beheld their kneeling forms,
While, with his hands in benediction raised,
The old man stood absorbed in silent prayer.

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  The old, old story, ever new
  Alike in Gentile and in Jew;
  For Love remains man’s sovereign yet
  In Eden and on Olivet.