Up from the ground the Maid exultant sprung,

And clapp’d her happy hands, in attitude

Of thanks, to Heaven, and flung

Her arms around her Father’s neck, and stood

Struggling awhile for utterance, with excess

Of hope and pious thankfulness.

Come . . come! she cried, O let us not delay, . .

He is in torments there, . . away! . . away!