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 JERUSALEM. "The Lord--the Lord hath spoken from on high, "Whose voice is fate, whose will is destiny. "I see ! * I see ! the dread avengers come, "Fierce as despair, insatiate as the tomb. "Heard ye their wheels, like whirlwinds, sweep around ? "Heard ye their thundering coursers beat the ground ? "Mark'd ye their spears move on in long array, "And shield on shield flash back the beam of day ! "O'er Salem's  walls Destruction sternly low'rs, "And eyes,impatient, her devoted towers. "Bow'd to the dust, she mourns her slanghter'd bands, "And strives in vain to lift her fetter'd hands." O greatly-fall'n, how humbled is thy state ! Thy tlelds how bare, thy courts how desolate ! Where Joy was wont the nightly dance to lead, Shrieks the lone bat, and hungry vultures feed; There the fierce dra. tlnds a place of rest, And bodlng screech-ols build their secret nest. � No more, Bethesda, o'er thy esert .springs Descending Seraphs wave thelr ]paling wings; No more sweet sounds, at morn or eve, declare That hosts angelic hover on the air:  All--all is fied; and Desolation reigns, Without a rival, o'er thy ravaged plains.  Isal. v. 26, &c. ami nix. 6. - Issi. ,xi IL  ldem, 4th vrse ......... Google

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