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Rh why would not hot tears touch even the wicked heart?


 * The Lord set pride in my soul. Never have I wept before strangers.


 * Pride befits not slaves.


 * The horn of pride in thee rose above grief and holy love!


 * Measure not the measureless with the endless, for thou wilt not see what will come of it.


 * Eloquent is Eleazar among the captives! Why in the Babylonian courts do his love and grief and pride hold their peace? Surely the place is too small?


 * And didst thou think it were enough? O youth, I have measured all those Babylonian courts and know their size. It happened I crossed that court where our people is building a tower for Moloch. I stopped and gazed at it. The marble is white as bones in the field, the porphyry grey as shed blood, the gold shines as a bright fire. It stands unfinished, like ruins; the cries of our conquerors are heard, and the groans of our people. I know not how, with a great voice I shouted over the whole place, “Jerusalem!” With a cry answered the captives from