Her streets are razed, her maidens sold for slaves,
Her gates thrown down, her elders in their graves;
Her feasts are holden ’mid the Gentile’s scorn,
By stealth her priesthood’s holy garments worn.
Milman.
Jerusalem! alas! alas! of old,
Deaf to whate’er prophetic seers foretold,
Assailing all, whom Heaven, in mercy sent
And murdering those that warned thee to repent!
Thou, the world’s Saviour who suspendedst high,