IN vain the crimson garment now, It wraps a feeble limb; In vain the jewel decks the brow, The eye beneath is dim: For days gone by, for days to come, In weary thoughts of blasted home, Does Judah's heart, and Judah's eye, Darken amid your revelry. Ye have your homes, your hearths; your sires Sleep 'neath the garden tree; Where are our hearths, our altar fires, And what, oh what are we? 'Tis our's to pour the tear-drop fast, Above the bright and buried past; For this does Judah's heart and eye Turn sickening from your revelry! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE ROAD TO CHORRERA by ARLO BATES THE TENTH MUSE: THE VANITY OF ALL WORLDLY THINGS by ANNE BRADSTREET ANTIQUITY OF FREEDOM by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE ANGELS OF BUENA VISTA by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE WORLD'S WAY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |