Delilah

The lady of Sorek, Delilah,
Was winsome and gladsome as day;
She smiled on the son of Manoah
And lured him to tread in her way;
Her kisses were sweeter than honey,
And she could betray.

She flattered the hero; she pleaded,
"Now tell me where lieth thy might."
He told her. She lulled him to slumber,
And shredded his hair in the night.
She opened the gate to her kinsmen,
And murmured, "Now smite!"

O daughter of aliens and strangers,
What child of Jehovah may stand
Who joys in the light of your glances
And loveth the touch of your hand!
His glory and gladness shall tumble
Like houses on sand.