...nd's expiring sighs, Came, softly blending, on my ear, With the low tones I loved to hear: Tales of the pure, the good, the wise, The holy men and maids of old, In the all-sacred pages told; Of Rachel , stooped at Haran's fountains Amid her father's thirsty flock, Beautiful to her kinsman seeming As the bright angels of his dreaming, On Padan-aran's holy rock; Of gentle Ruth, and her who kept ...