George Gordon Byron - On The Day Of The Destruction Of Jerusalem By TitusGeorge Gordon Byron - On The Day Of The Destruction Of Jerusalem By Titus
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From the last hill that looks on thy once holy dome,
I beheld thee, oh Sion! when render`d to Rome:
`Twas thy last sun went down, and the flames of thy fall
Flash`d back on the last glance I gave to thy wall.
I look`d for thy temple, I look`d for my home,
And forgot for a moment my bondage to come;
I beheld but the death-fire that fed on thy fane,
And the fast-fetter`d hands that made vengeance in vain.
Oh 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.
And now on that mountain I stood on that day,
But I mark`d 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!
But the gods of the Pagan shall never profane
The shrine where Jehovah disdain`d not to reign;
And scatter`d and scorn`d as thy people may be,
Our worship, oh Father! is only for thee.
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