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But lo! my tears are dried, when, fast outpoured,

They down my cheeks are shed;

Scorched by the fire within: because thy Lord

Hath turned and fled.

Taking His holy treasure, He hath made

His journey far away;

And with Him hath not thy protecting shade

Vanished for aye?

And I am desolate and sore bereft,

Lo! a forsaken one:

Like a sole beacon on a mountain left,

A tower alone.

I hear the voice of singers now no more,

Silence their song hath bound;

The strings are broken which on harps of yore

Breathed forth sweet sound.