The new, the dreary void shall fill
With dearer homes than those o'erthrown
For love shall lay each corner-stone.
21. Rise, stricken city! from thee throw
The ashen sackcloth of thy woe,
And build, as to Amphion's strain,
To songs of cheer thy walls again!
22. How shriveled in thy hot distress
The primal sin of selfishness!
How instant rose, to take thy part,