At which the sun grew dark, earth's pillars shook,
Chaotic gloom as erst o'erspread the land,
And nature frowned at insults paid her God—
The crucifixion of His only Son.
Here now the banner of the prophet false,
Unfolds its silken folds to taunt the Jew;
The moslem minarets lift high their heads.
And raise their summits in the placid sky—
As tho' to rouse from his deep lethargy
The hardened Jew; to wrest from Paynim hordes