Hush! Dost hear a calling, Juda,
Like an infant's cry?
Juda, selling doves in market,
Only hears the winds go by.

Hark! Dost hear a footfall beating,
Or is it stir of wings?
Juda, busy tithing cummin,
Does not hear these things.

Lo, is yon a new light breaking,
Now the dark grows deep?
Juda, see, a star, a wonder—
Juda is asleep.
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