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SUN OF THE SLEEPLESS!
Sun of the sleepless ! melancholy star!
WERE MY BOSOM AS FALSE AS THOU
DEEM'ST IT TO BE.
WERE my bosom as false as thou deem'st it to be,
If the bad never triumph, then God is with thee!
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.
Oh, 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.
And is she dead ?—and did they dare
Obey my phrensy's jealous raving ? My wrath but doom'd my own despair :
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.
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 tortureś 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.
I look'd for thy temple, I look'd for my home,
On many an eve, the high spot whence I gazed