Ruahmah monologue (Act 1) — The House of Rimmon: A Drama in Four Acts

Master, good-night, And may thy slumber be as sweet and deep As if thou camped at snowy Hermon's foot, Amid the music of his waterfalls And watched by winged sentries of the sky. There friendly oak-trees bend their boughs above The weary head, pillowed on earth's kind breast, And unpolluted breezes lightly breathe A song of sleep among the murmuring leaves. There the big stars draw nearer, and the sun Looks forth serene, undimmed by city's mirk Or smoke of idol-temples, to behold The waking wonder of the wide-spread world, And life renews itself with every morn In purest joy of living. May the Lord Deliver thee, dear master, from the nets Laid for thy feet, and lead thee out, along The open path, beneath the open sky! Thou shall be followed always by the heart Of one poor captive maid who prays for thee.