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The lamps around were bright,
The prophecy in view; He read it on that night,
The morrow proved it true.
“ Belshazzar's grave is made,
“ His kingdom pass'd away, “ He, in the balance weigh’d,
“ Is light and worthless clay. “ The shroud, his robe of state,
“ His canopy the stone; “ The Mede is at his gate!
“ The Persian on his throne!". SUN OF THE SLEEPLESS!
Sun of the sleepless ! melancholy star!
WERE MY BOSOM AS FALSE AS THOU
DEEM'ST IT TO BE.
bosom as false as thou deem'st it to be, I need not have wander'd from far Galilee; It was but abjuring my creed to efface The curse which, thou say’st, is the crime of my race.
3. I have lost for that faith more than thou canst bestow, As the God who permits thee to prosper doth know; In his hand is my heart and my hope—and in thine The land and the life which for him I resign.
HEROD'S LAMENT FOR MARIAMNE.
1. Oh, Mariamne! now for thee
The heart for which thou bled'st is bleeding ; Revenge is lost in agony,
And wild remorse to rage succeeding. Oh, Mariamne! whe art thou
Thou canst not hear my bitter pleading : Ah, couldst thou—thou wouldst pardon now,
Though heaven were to my prayer unheeding.
2. And is she dead?—and did they dare
Obey my phrensy's jealous raving? My wrath but doom'd my own despair :
The sword that smote her's o'er me waving.But thou art cold, my murder'd love!
And this dark heart is vainly craving For her who soars alone above,
And leaves my soul unworthy saving.
She's gone, who shared my diadem;
She sunk, with her my joys entombing; I swept that flower from Judah's stem
Whose leaves for me alone were blooming; And mine's the guilt, and mine the hell,
This bosom's desolation dooming; And I have earn'd those tortures well,
Which unconsumed are still consuming !