Page:Poems By Chauncy Hare Townshend.djvu/33

 JgRUSALEM. 13 Else why, 0 Sun, conceal thy face in dread, Why tremble, F.rth,* and why give up thy dead Why rends the temple's mystic veil in twain, And fearful tunders shse th' rihted plain Yet, blind to truth, sy, wretched enters!s, Wait ye the Saviour of a fture day ? Lo, he has lived to bless, hoJ died to save, And burst the brazen fetters of the !rave ! Awake, redeem'd Jerusalem, awake, And rom the dust thy sullied garments shake! From thy all'd neck unloose the servile bands, And cast the fetters from thy captive hands. Break forth, ye mountains, into joyful song! Ye barren wilds, the rapt'rons strain prolong ! Barren no more; unwonted verdure ows, And the dry desert blossoms as the rose. Behold, all Nature proves a second birth, New skies embrace a new-created earth: From the glad scene for ever Woe retires, Pain is no more, and Death himself expires. Ye angels, strike the full-resounding lyre, Swell the glad chorus, all ye heav'nly choir ! She comes !  she comes ! descending from on hitch The Holy City meets the ravish'd eye Matt. xxvii. 51, 52. ' lai. liL 1, 2, 9. ' . P,e. xxL 1,  &c. ......... GooIe

�