ON THE DAY OF THE DESTRUCTION OF JERUSALEM BY TITUS. FROM the last hill that looks on thy once holy dome 'T was thy last sun went down, and the flames of thy fall Flash'd back on the last glance I gave to thy wall. I look'd for thy temple, I look'd for my home, On many an eve, the high spot whence I gazed While I stood on the height, and beheld the decline And now on that mountain I stood on that day, But the gods of the Pagan shall never profane BY THE RIVERS OF BABYLON WE SAT DOWN We sat dawn and wept by the waters While sadly we gazed on the river On the willow that harp is suspended, Oh Salem! its sound should be free; And ne'er shall its soft tones be blended THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB. 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 When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. sea, Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, For the angel of death spread his wings on the blast, And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail; And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, FROM JOB. A SPIRIT pass'd before me: I beheld Deep sleep came down on every eye save mine- |