Weep for the harp of Judah’s broken shell,
Mourn where their God hath dwelt—the godless dwell.”
Byron.
“Hebrew, come forth! dread not the light of day,
Dread not the insulter’s cry.
The arch that rose o’er thy captivity,
No more shall turn thee from thy destined way.”
Sotheby.
LONDON:
SIMPKIN, MARSHALL, AND CO.