Men’s moral sense—so shall their hearts be rent
With grief and horror, when they hear this cry,
Until the very tyrants on their thrones
Who gloat o’er this huge crime—whose lavish gold
And words of cheer have served perhaps to nerve
The assassin’s hand to do this frightful deed—
Shall tremble for their work and topple down,
Even as the idols in their temples fell
Before the glory of the Ark of God.
And as the patriarch, Jacob, was inurned