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IN MEMORIAM, NINTH OF AB, by            
First Line: And all is lost! Thy valiant sons are dead
Last Line: And in thy glory, make our glory rise!
Subject(s): Death; Jews; Memory; Slavery; Dead, The; Judaism; Serfs


AND all is lost! Thy valiant sons are dead
Or slaves! The crown from off thy queenly brow
Is plucked! Thy glory in the dust doth bow!
Thine ancient splendours are for ever fled!
I see it all—thine altars gory red:—
Around, Death lays the mighty heroes low,
Awhile, revengeful and relentless glow
The fiendish flames, and from the foot to head
Consume the Sanctuary! O woeful day!
When Temple, Country, Freedom, all in one,
Most dire destruction, fell! Then to the skies
Uprose the bitter cry of dark dismay,
Oh, God, Almighty Lord, forgive, condone,
And in Thy glory, make our glory rise!





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