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In inournful ranks on Babel's willows hung,
martyr's soul. Nor vain their hope :- Bright beaming through
the sky, Burst in full blaze the Day-spring from on high. Earth's utnost isles exulted at the sight, And crowding nations drank the orient light. Lo, star-led chiefs Assyrian odors bring, And bending Magi seek their infant King. Marked ye, where, hovering o'er his radiant
head, The dove's white wings celestial glory shed ? Daughter of Sion, virgin queen, rejoice : Clap the glad hand, and lift the exulting voice. He comes,-but not in regal splendor drest, The haughty diadem, the Tyrian vest; Not armed in flame, all glorious from afar, of hosts the chieftain, and the lord of war. Messiah comes : let furious discord cease: Be peace on earth before the Prince of Peace. Disease and anguish feel his blest control, And howling fiends release the tortured soul; The beams of gladness hell's dark caves illume,
And Mercy broods above the distant gloom. Thou palsied earth, with noonday night o'er
spread, Thou sickening sun, so dark, so deep, so red, Ye hov'ring ghosts, that throng the starless air, Why shakes the earth? why fades the light?
declare. Are those his limbs, with ruthless scourges torn? His brows all bleeding with the twisted thorn ? His the pale form, the meek forgiving eye, Raised from the cross in patient agony ? --Be dark, thou sun-thou noonday night arise, And hide, 0 hide, the dreadful sacrifice.
Ye faithful few, by bold affection led, Wbo round the Saviour's cross your sorrows
shed, Not for his sake your tearful vigils keep ;Weep for your country, for your children weep, - Vengeance, thy fiery wing their race pursued; Thy thi: sty poniard blushed with infant blood. Roused at thy call, and panting still for game, The bird of war, the Latian eagle caine. Then Judah raged, by ruffian Discord led, Drunk with the steamy carnage of the dead : He saw his sons by dubious slaughter fall, And war without, and death within the wall.
Wide-wasting Plague, gaunt Famine, mad De
spair, And dire Debate,and clamorous Strife was there: Love,strong as Death,retained his might no more, And the pale parent drank her children's gore. Yet they, who wont to roam th’ ensanguiced
plain, And spurn with fell delight their kindred slain ; E'en they, when high above the dusty fight, Their burning Temple rose in lurid light, To their loved altars paid a parting groan, And in their country's woes forgot their own.
As 'mid the cedar courts, and gates of gold, The trampled ranks in miry carnage rolled, To save their Temple every hand essayed, And with cold fingers grasped the feeble blade : Through their torn veins reviving fury ran, And life's last anger warmed the dying man.
But heavier far the lettered captive's doom; To glut with sighs the iron ear of Rome : To swell, slow pacing by the car's tall side, The stoic tyrant's philosophic pride ; To flesh the lion's rav'nous jaws, or feel The sportive fury of the fencer's steel; Or pant, deep plunged beneath the sultry mine, For the light gales of balmy Palestine.
Ah, fruitful now no more,-an empty coast,
She mourned her sons enslaved, her glories lost.
0, lives there one who mocks his artless zeal?
Far other they who reared yon pompous shrine And bade the rock with Parian marble shine. Then hallowed Peace renewed her wealthy
reign, Then altars smoked, and Sion smiled again. There seulptured gold and costly gems were seen, And all the bounties of the British queen; There barb’rous kings their sandaled nations led, And steel-clad champions bowed the crested
There, when her fiery race the desert poured,
The blood-red banner floating o'er their van,
Not such the numbers, nor the host so dread, By Northern Breun or Scythian Timnur led, Nor such the heart-inspiring zeal that bore United Greece to Phrygia's reedy shore. There Gaul's proud knights with boastful mnien
advance, From the long line, and shake the cornel lance ;