To what thou art, what thou hast been,
Ah! well may pilgrims heave the sigh,
When they remember all thy fame,
And shed the tear regrettingly
O’er thee, Jerusalem!
For awful desolation lies,
In heavy shades, o’er thee and thine,
As ’twere to frown of sacrifice,
And tell thy story, Palestine;
But never was there darkness yet