4. And now on that mountain I stood on that day, 5. 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 DOWN AND WEPT. 1. WE sate down and wept by the waters Were scatter'd all weeping away. 2. While sadly we gazed on the river Ere it string our high harp for the foe! 3. On the willow that harp is suspended, Oh Salem! its sound should be free; And the hour when thy glories were ended But left me that token of thee: And ne'er shall its soft tones be blended With the voice of the spoiler by me! THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB. 1. 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. 2. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: 3. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill, 4. And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride: And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. 5. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. 6. And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord! |