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The very site whereon she stood,
In vain the foot, the eye would trace,
Vengeance, for saints' and martyrs' blood
Her walls did utterly efface;'
Dungeons and dens usurp their place;
The Cross and Crescent shine afar,"
But where is Jacob's natal star?

Still inexterminable-still
Devoted to their mother-land,
Her offspring haunt the temple-hill,
Amidst her desecration stand,

And bite the lip, and clench the hand :-
To-day in that lorn vale3 they weep,
Where patriarchs, kings, and prophets sleep.

O, what a spectacle of woe!

In groups they settle on the ground;
Men, women, children, gathering slow,
Sink down in reverie profound;

There is no voice, nor speech, nor sound—
But through the shuddering frame is shown
The heart's unutterable groan.

Entranced they sit, nor seem to breathe ;
Themselves like spectres from the dead;

our side in this war, and it was none other than He who cast out the Jews from these strong holds; for what could the hands of men and the force of machines have otherwise done against these towers?

1 It is difficult, indeed impossible, after the abomination of desolation has for so many centuries been laying waste the Holy City, to ascertain its ancient boundaries. There is very little reason to believe that the localities of the Holy Sepulchre, etc., overbuilt with churches, and visited by pilgrims and travellers from all countries, are genuine so utterly confounded by undistinguishing ravages have been the very heights on which "Jerusalem was builded as a city compact together." There is nothing that strikes the stranger with more astonishment than the magnificent situation of Jerusalem, with the mountains standing round about it, and adorned with mosques, churches and convents, as seen from a distance, and the contrast of meanness and misery within its narrow, dark, and filthy streets, thronged with squalid and motley inhabitants. The city of palaces seems converted into a den of thieves.

2 The mosque of Omar, a most superb structure, with its blue dome rising above all the adjacent edifices, stands on the very site of the demolished Temple of God. Within the court which surrounds it, none but Mahometans, under pain of death, or conversion to the faith of the false prophet, are permitted to enter. There is a tradition that the possession of the city depends upon the unviolated sanctity of this place. The miserable remnant of Jews, who yet linger about the hill of Zion, pay a tax for permission to assemble once a week (on Friday) to pray on the outside of this usurped seat of the true God, on a spot near the place where, it is said, that the holiest of holies in the ancient temple was built.

Where, shrined in rocks above, beneath
With clods along the valley spread,
Their ancestors, each in his bed,
Shall rest, till, at the Judgment-day,
Death and the grave give up their prey.

Before their eyes, as in a glass-
Their eyes that gaze on vacancy—
Pageants of ancient grandeur pass;
But "Ichabod" on all they see
Brands Israel's foul idolatry:

Then, last and worst, and sealing all
Their crimes and sufferings-Salem's fall.

Nor breeze, nor bird, nor palm-tree stirs,
Kedron's unwater'd brook is dumb;
But through that glen of sepulchres
Is heard the city's fervid hum;
Voices of dogs and children come;
Till, loud and long, the Muedzin's cry,
From Omar's mosque, peals round the sky.

Blight through their veins those accents send-
In agony of mute despair,

Their garments as by stealth they rend;
They pluck unconsciously their hair;-
This is the Moslem's hour of prayer!
'Twas Judah's once-but fane and priest,
Altar and sacrifice, have ceased.

And by the Gentiles in their pride
Jerusalem is trodden down;3-
"How long? for ever wilt thou hide
Thy face, O Lord! for ever frown?
Israel was once thy glorious crown,
In sight of all the heathen worn ;
Now from thy brow indignant torn.

"Zion, forsaken and forgot,

Hath felt thy stroke, and owns it just;
O God, our God! reject her not,
Whose sons take pleasure in her dust:
How is the fine gold dimm'd with rust!
The city, throned in gorgeous state,
How doth she now sit desolate!

"Where is thine oath to David sworn?
We by the winds like chaff are driven:
Yet unto us a Child is born,'
Yet unto us a Son is given;'
His throne is as the throne of Heaven-
When shall he come to our release,
The mighty God, the Prince of Peace?"

burying-place of the common people, and under the name of Tophet, a type of that place "where the worm dieth not, and the fire is not quenched."

1 Ichabod: that is, "Where is the glory?" or, "There is no glory." See 1 Samuel, iv. 21. "Jerusalem remembered in the days of her affliction and of her miseries all her pleasant things that she had in the days of old, when her people fell into the hands of the enemy, and none did help her; the adversaries saw her, and did mock at her Sabbaths." Lamentations. i. 7.

3 The valley of Jehosaphat, in which the kings of Judah, the prophets and the illustrious of old, are supposed to have been buried, lies to the east and north of Jerusalem. It is traversed by the brook Cedron at the foot of the mount of Olives; but depending for its stream upon the uncertain rains, the channel is frequently dry in the summer months. Here the Jews believe that the solemnity of the day of judgment will be held, on the authority of the prophet Joel, iii. 1 and 2. "For behold, in those days I will bring again the captivity of Judah and Jerusalein, I will plead with them there for my people, and for my heritage Israel, whom they have scattered among the nations, and parted my land." The valley of Hinnom is to the south; once a scene of beauty and fertility with its groves and gardens, but at the same time a scene of the most atrocious and bloody 3 Mr. Jowett says:-"At every step coming forth out of the idolatry, when infants were sacrificed by their unnatural parents city, the heart is reminded of that prophecy, accomplished to to Moloch. Josiah desecrated it by overturning the shrines, the letter-Jerusalem shall be trodden down of the Gentiles! cutting down the groves, and burning the bones of the priests All the streets are wretchedness; and the houses of the Jews upon their own altars. The valley afterwards became the more especially are as dunghills."

2 The Muedzins (Muedkins) are criers, with clear sonorous voices, who from the tops of the mosques call the people together at the hours of worship.

Thus blind with unbelief they cry;
But hope revisits not their gloom;
Seal'd are the words of prophecy,
Seal'd as the secrets of the tomb,

Where all is dark-though wild flowers bloom,
Birds sing, streams murmur, heaven above,
And earth around, are life, light, love.

The sun goes down; the mourning crowds,
Re-quicken'd, as from slumber start;
They met in silence here, like clouds;

Like clouds in silence they depart:
Still clings this thought to every heart,
Still from their lips escapes in sighs,
“By whom shall Jacob yet arise?"

By whom shall Jacob yet arise?—
Even by the Power that wakes the dead:
He whom your fathers did despise,
He, who for you on Calvary bled,
On Zion shall his ensign spread-
Captives! by all the world enslaved,
Know your Redeemer, and be saved!

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THE END OF MONTGOMERY'S WORKS.

THE

POETICAL WORKS

OF

CHARLES LAMB.

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