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In an ocean OF light;
And the voice of her multitudes


Rose on the air,
From the vale deep and dim,
Like a rich evening hymn.
But whence comes that cry'-


'Tis the cry of despair!
What form stands on Zion?


The prophet of woe
His frame worn with travel,


His locks living snow.
His hand grasps trumpet;


The heart blood runs chill
AT its death-sounding blast:


All the thousands are still
All fixing their gaze,


Where, like one from the tomb
The shroud seems to swim


Round the long, spectral limb,
And the lips pour in thunder


The terrors to come!
"Thou'rt lovely, Jerusalem!


Lovely, yet stain'd;
Thou'rt lions whelp, judah,


Yet thou shalt be chain'd.
Thou'rt magnificent, Zion!


Yet thou shalt be lone;
The pilgrim of sorrow


Shall see thy last stone.
" Hark, bark to the tempest


What roar fills my ear9
IT'S the shouting of warriors,


The crash of the spear.
The eagle and wolf


On that tempest are roll'd-
Twin demons of havoc,


To ravage thy fold.
"They rush through the land


As through forests the fire;
Woe, woe to the infant,


Woe, woe to the sire!
Rejoice for the warrior


Who sinks to the grave;
But weep for the living


A ransomless slave.
"But veil'd be mine eyeballs!


The red torch is flung,
And the last dying hymn


Ofthe temple is sung!
The altar is vanish'd,


The glory is gone;
The curse is fulfll'd,


The last vengeance is done!
"Again all is darkness;


Year rolls upon year;
hear but the fetter,


| see but the bier.
But the lions are coming!


They roar from their sand;
lis Amrou and his Saracens-
Curse of the land!
"Like the swamp-gender'd hornets,
They rush on the wing
BY thousands Of thousands.


With death in their sting,
Like vultures, they sweep


O'er Moriah's loved hill,
And the corpse-cover'd valleys
BY Kedron's red rill.
Where, where sleeps the thunderbolt
Heaven! hear the cries
Ofthe lshmaelite slave


TO his prophet of lies.
Hear the howl to his demons,


His frenzy of prayer;
Mixd with Israel's lament


OF disdain and despair.