In His justice, when guilt by His thunders is awed;

In His mercy, when mountain and valley and plain

Rejoice in His sunshine, and smile in His rain."

"Those are dreams," said the monarch, "wild fancies of old;

But what God can I worship, when one I behold?

Can I kneel to the lightning, or bow to the wind?

Can I worship the shape, that but lives in the mind?"

"I shall show thee the herald He sends from His throne."

Through the halls of the palace the Rabbi led on,

Till above them was spread but the

sky's sapphire dome,

And, like surges of splendor, beneath them lay Rome.