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Lord, even through thee to hope were now too bold;

Yet 'twere to doubt thy mercy to despair. 'Tis anguish yet, 'tis comfort, faint and cold,

To think how sad we are, how blest we were ! To speak of her is wretchedness, and yet st were a grief more deep and bitterer to forget !

Oh Lord our God! why was she e'er our own ?

Why is she not our own-our treasure still ? We could have lessed our heavy years alone.

Alas! is this to bow us to thy will ? Ah, even our humblest prayers we make repine, Nor, prostrate thus on earth, our hearts to thee resign.

Forgive, forgive-even should our full hearts break,

The broken heart thou will not, Lord, despise : Ah! thou art still too gracious to forsake,

Hear all our prayers, hear not our murmurs, Lord; And, though our lips rebel, still make thyself adored.



God of the 'Thunder! from whose cloudy seat

The fiery winds of Desolation flow; Father of vengeance! that with purple feet,

Like a full wine-press, tread'st the world below: The embattled armies wait thy sign to slay, Nor springs the beast of havoc on his prey, Nor withering Famine walks his blasted way,

Till thou the guilty land hast sealed for wo.

God of the Rainbow! at whose gracious sign

The billows of the proud their rage suppress : Father of Mercies! at one word of thine

An Eden blooms in the waste wilderness !
And fountains sparkle in the arid sands,
And timbrels ring in maidens' glancing hands,
And marble cities crown the laughing lands,

O'er Judah's land thy thunders broke, O Lord,

The chariots rattled o'er her sunken gate, Her sons were wasted by the Assyrian sword,

And heaps her ivory palaces became.
Her princes wore the captive garb of shame,
Her temple sank amid the smouldering flame,

For thou didst ride the tempest cloud of fate.'

O'er Judah's land thy rainbow, Lord, shall beam,

And the sad City lift her crownless head; And songs shall wake, and dancing footsteps gleam,

Where broods o'er fallen streets the silence of the dead The sun shall shine on Salem's gilded towers, On Carmel's side our maidens cull the flowers, To deck, at blushing eve, their bridal bowers,

Thy vengeance gave us to the stranger's hand,

And Abraham's children were led forth for slaves; With fettered steps we left our pleasant land,

Envying our fathers in their peaceful graves. The stranger's bread with bitter tears we steep, And when our weary eyes should sink to sleep,

Where the pale willows shade Euphrates' waves.

The born in sorrow shall bring forth in joy;

Thy mercy, Lord, shall lead thy children home ; He that went forth a tender yearling boy,

Yet, ere he die, to Salem's streets shall come. And Canaan's vines for us their fruit shall bear, And Hermon's bees their honied stores prepare, And we shall kneel again in thankful prayer, Where, o'er the cherub-seated God, full blazed

th' irradiate dome.

Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note,

As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot

O'er the grave where our hero we buried.

We buried him darkly at dead of night,

The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light,

And the lantern dimly burning.

No useless coffin enclosed his breast,

Nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest,

With his martial cloak around him.

Few and short were the prayers we said,

And we spoke not a word of sorrow :
But we stedfastly gazed on the face of the dead,

And we bitterly thought of the morrow.

We thought as we hollowed his narrow bed,

And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head,

And we far away on the billow !

Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone,

And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him,But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on

In the grave where a Briton has laid him.

But half of our heavy task was done,

When the clock struck the hour for retiring; And we heard the distant and random gun

That the foe was sullenly firing.

Slowly and sadly we laid him down,

From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone,

But we left him alone with his glory!

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