Hark! hark; the shrieks Of those that perish in the flames. Too late VOL. I. No. IV. 37 ས༦.༦, Not toward the fountain, not by AMERICAN ECLECTIC AND MUSEUM OF LITERATURE, SCIENCE, AND ART. APRIL, 1843. FALL OF JERUSALEM. FROM MILMAN. Illustrated by an Engraving by Mr. Sartain, from Martin's celebrated Picture. TITUS, PLACIDUS, TERENTIUS, Soldiers, SIMON. TITUS. Save, save the Temple! Placidus, Terentius, SIMON. I came to spare, it wraps the fabric round. Withdraw your angry cohorts, and give place It is thine own, and Cesar yields it to thee. SIMON. A moment, Romans. By Abraham, our father! by the Twelve, 'Tis there-I see it. The fire that rends the Veil ! We are then of thee Abandon'd- —not abandon'd of ourselves. Heap woes upon us, scatter us abroad, Earth's scorn and hissing; to the race of men A loathsome proverb; spurn'd by every foot, And curs'd by every tongue; our heritage And birthright bondage; and our very brows Bearing, like Cain's, the outcast mark of hate : Israel will still be Israel, still will boast Her fallen Temple, her departed glory; And, wrapt in conscious righteousness, defy Earth's utmost hate, and answer scorn with scorn. My own beloved! I dare call thee mine, For Heaven hath given thee to me-chosen out, But, oh Jerusalem! thy rescued children Oh, beauty of earth's cities! throned queen Of thy milk-flowing valleys! crown'd with glory! On the wide gorgeous front, the holy depth Look! Look, Miriam, how it stands! MIRIAM. There are men around us! JAVAN. They are friends, Bound here to meet me, and behold the last ings, And wears its ruin with a majesty All one wide fire, and yet no stone hath fallen. Hark-hark! The feeble cry of an expiring nation. Hark-hark! The awe-struck shout of the unboasting conqueror. It breaks-it severs-it is on the earth. Nor ever shall be to the end of time, And in that judgment look upon thine own! HYMN. Even thus amid thy pride and luxury, When that Great Husbandman shall wave his fan, Sweeping, like chaff, thy wealth and pomp away: Still to the noontide of that nightless day, Shalt thou thy wonted dissolute course maintain. Along the busy mart and crowded street, The buyer and the seller still shall meet, And marriage feasts begin their jocund strain : Still to the pouring out the Cup of Wo; Till Earth, a drunkard, reeling to and fro, And mountains molten by his burning feet, And Heaven his presence own, all red with furnace heat. The hundred-gated Cities then, The Towers and Temples, nam'd of men The gilded summer Palaces, The courtly bowers of love and ease, Go gaze on fallen Jerusalem! Yea, mightier names are in the fatal roll, 'Gainst earth and heaven God's standard is un furl'd, The skies are shrivell'd like a burning scroll, And the vast common doom ensepulchres the world. Oh! who shall then survive? Oh! who shall stand and live? When all that hath been, is no more: In the sky's azure canopy; When for the breathing Earth, and Sparkling Sea, Heaving along the abyss profound and dark, Lord of all power, when thou art there alone The dead of all the ages round thee wait: |