His works reviled, and mocked His agony,
How oft hath God, still gracious, striven to bring
Thy devious brood beneath His sheltering wing,
To save thee from the hovering eagle’s power,
And shield the unequalled misery of this hour!
But no! thou would’st not! thence this signal fate!
Thence art thou fallen! deserted! desolate!
William Gibson.
Jerusalem! my happy home!
Name ever dear to me;