3. 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! ON THE DAY OF THE DESTRUCTION OF JERUSALEM BY TITUS. 1. FROM the last hill that looks on thy once holy dome I beheld thee, Oh Sion! when render'd to Rome: 'Twas thy last sun went down, and the flames of thy fall Flash'd back on the last glance I gave to thy wall. 2. I look'd for thy temple, I look'd for my home, I beheld but the death-fire that fed on thy fane, 3. On many an eve, the high spot whence I gazed 4. And now on that mountain I stood on that day, 5. But the Gods of the Pagan shall never profane The shrine where Jehovah disdain'd not to reign; And scatter'd and scorn'd as thy people may be, Our worship, oh Father! is only for thee. BY THE RIVERS OF BABYLON WE SAT DOWN AND WEPT. 1. WE sate down and wept by the waters Were scatter'd all weeping away. 2. While sadly we gazed on the river Which roll'd on in freedom below, They demanded the song; but, oh never That triumph the stranger shall know! May this right hand be wither'd for ever, Ere it string our high harp for the foe! |