"He is here, Tirzah," the mother said; "he is here. Come, my child."
As she spoke she glided in front of the white rock and fell upon her knees.
Directly the daughter and servant were by her side. Then at sight of the procession in the west, the thousands from the city halted, and began to wave their green branches, shouting, or rather chanting (for it was all in one voice),
"Blessed is the King of Israel that cometh in the name of the Lord!"