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Thou art the royal house; thou art the throne

Of God; and how come slaves to sit at last

Upon the thrones which were thy lords' alone?

Would I were wandering in the places where

God's glory was revealed in that time past,

Revealed in thee to messenger and seer.

And who will make me wings that I may fly,

That I may hasten thither far away

Where mine heart's ruins 'mid thy ruins lie?

Prostrate upon thine earth, I fain would thrust

Myself, delighting in thy stones, and lay

Exceeding tender hold upon thy dust.

Yea, standing by the burial-places there

Of mine own fathers, I would wondering gaze,

In Hebron, at each chosen sepulchre;