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—Be dark , thou sun , — -thou noonday night arise , And hide , oh hide the dreadful sacrifice I Ye faithful few , by bold affection led , Who round the Saviour's cross your sorrows shed , Not for His sake your tearful vigils
keep;—Weep for your country , for your children weep I •—Vengeance I thy fiery wing their race pursuM ; Thy jthirsty poniard blush * d with infant blood .
Rous'd at thy call , and panting still for game , The bird of war , the Latian eagle came . Then Judah rag'd , by ruffian Discord led , Drunk with the steamy carnage of the dead : He saw his sons by dubious slaughter fall , And war without , and death within the
wall . Wide-wasting Plague , gaunt Famine , mad Despair , And dire Debate , and clamorous Strife were there ; Love , strong as Death , retain'd his might no more , And the pale parent drank her children ' s
gore . Yet they , who wont to roam th * ensanguin ed plain , And spurn with fell delight their kindred slain ; E ' en they , when , high above the dusty fight , Their burning Temple rose in lurid light ,
And howling fiends release the tqrtur'd soul ; The beams of gladness hell ' s dark caves illume , And Mercy broods above the distant gloom . Thou palsied earth , with noonday night o ' erspread ! Thou sickening sun , so dark , so deep , so red I Ye hovering ghosts , that throng the starless air , Why shakes the earth ? why fades the light ? declare ! Are those His limbs , with ruthless scourges torn ^ His brows , all bleeding with the twisted thorn ? His the pale form , the meek , forgiving eye Rais'd from the cross in patient agony ?
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To , their lov'd altar *" paid a parting groan , And in their country ' s woes forgot their own . As ' mid the cedar courts , and gates of gold , The trampled rank * in miry carnage roird ; * To save their Temple every hand essay ed , And with cold fingers grasp'd the feeble blade :
Through their torn veins reviving fury ran , And life ' s last anger warm'd the dying man . But heavier far the ietter'd captive ' s doom ! To glut with sighs the iron ear of Rome ; To swell , slow pacing by the car's iall side *
The stoic tyrant ' s philosophic pride ; To flesh the lion ' s ravenous jaws , or feel The sportive fury of the fencer ' s steel ; Or pant , deep plung'd beneath the sultry mine , For the light gales of balmy Palestine , Ah ! fruitful now no more , —an empty coast , She mourn'd her sons enslaved * her glories lost :
In her wide streets the lonely ratfea bred , There bark'd the wo ] £ and direliysenas fed . Yet midst her towery fanes , in ruin laid , The pilgrim saint his murmuring vespers paid 5 Twas his to climb the tufted rocks , and
rove The chequer'd twilight of the plive grove ; 'Twas his to bend beneath the sacred gloom , And wear with many a kiss Messiah ' s tomb :
While forms celestial filrd his tranced eye , The day-light dreams of peltsive piety , O ' er his still breast a tearful fervour stole , And softer sorrows charm'd the mourn *
er s soul . Oh , lives there one who mocks hi * artless zeal ? . Too proud to worship , and too wise t «> feel ? Be his the soul with wintry reason blest , The dull , lethargic sovereign of the breast !
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Poetry . , 613
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Nov. 2, 1806, page 613, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1730/page/53/
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