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402 III.

On many an eve, the high spot whence I gazed

Had reflected the last beam of day as it blazed;

While I stood on the height, and beheld the decline

Of the rays from the mountain that shone on thy shrine.

IV.

And now on that mountain I stood on that day,

But I marked not the twilight beam melting away;

Oh! would that the lightning had glared in its stead,

And the thunderbolt burst on the Conqueror's head!

V.

But the Gods of the Pagan shall never profane

The shrine where Jehovah disdained not to reign;

And scattered and scorned as thy people may be,

Our worship, oh Father! is only for thee. 1815.

BY THE RIVERS OF BABYLON WE SAT DOWN AND WEPT.

I.

sate down and wept by the waters

Of Babel, and thought of the day