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The lamps around were bright,
The prophecy in view; He read it on that night,
The morrow proved it true.
6. “ Belshazzar's grave is made,
“ His kingdom pass'd away, “ He, in the balance weigh'd,
“ Is light and worthless clay. “ The shroud, bis 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.
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.
The heart for which thou bled'st is bleeding;
And wild remorse to rage succeeding.
Thou canst not hear my bitter pleading :
Though heaven were to my prayer unheeding.
Obey my phrensy's jealous raving?
The sword that smote her 's o'er me waving-
And this dark heart is vainly craving
And leaves my soul unworthy saving.
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 !