VI. "Belshazzar's grave is made, 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. I. WERE my 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. II. If the bad never triumph, then God is with thee! III. 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) I. Он, 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! where art thou? Thou canst not hear my bitter pleading: Ah! couldst thou-thou wouldst pardon now, Though Heaven were to my prayer unheeding. (1) [Mariamne, the wife of Herod the Great, falling under the suspicion of infidelity, was put to death by his order. She was a woman of unrivalled beauty, and a haughty spirit: unhappy in being the object of passionate attachment, which bordered on frenzy, to a man who had more or less concern in the murder of her grandfather, father, brother, and uncle, and who had twice commanded her death, in case of his own. Ever after, Herod was haunted by the image of the murdered Mariamne, until disorder of the mind brought on disorder of body, which led to temporary derangement.- MILLMAN.] II. And is she dead?—and did they dare 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. III. She's gone, who shared my diadem; She sunk, with her my joys entombing; I swept that flower from Judah's stem And I have earn'd those tortures well, ON THE DAY OF THE DESTRUCTION OF JERUSALEM BY TITUS. I. 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. II. I look'd for thy temple, I look'd for my home, On many an eve, the high spot whence I gazed IV. And now on that mountain I stood on that day, V. 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 I. WE sate down and wept by the waters When our foe, in the hue of his slaughters, II. While sadly we gazed on the river III. On the willow that harp is suspended, And ne'er shall its soft tones be blended THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB. I. THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. |