Where stood thy massy tower-crowned walls, and palaces of pride,
The dragon and the wild beast now therein securely hide.
The “besom of destruction” o’er thee hath swept its way
In wrath, because thine impious hand on God’s Anointed lay.
H. Brownlee.
This is the city John did once discern
Descend from heaven apocalyptical,
Whereof “his thoughts do breathe, his words do burn.”
Beautiful city! Mother of us all!