WHY, trembling and sad, dost thou stand there and mourn, Son of Israel, the days that can never return? And why do those tear-drops of misery fall On the mouldering ruin, the perishing wall? Was yon city, in robes of the heathen now clad, Once the flourishing Zion, where Judah was glad? And those walls, that disjointed and scattered now lie, Were they once vowed to Heaven and hallowed on high? Yet why dost thou mourn? Oh, to gladness awaken! Though Jehovah this city of God has forsaken, He preserves for His people a city more fair, Which a ruthless invader no longer shall share. No longer the tear for your city shall flow; No longer thy bosom the sad sigh bestow; But night shall be followed by glorious day, And sorrow and sighing shall vanish away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LETTER FROM ITALY by JOSEPH ADDISON THE GIRL OF CADIZ by GEORGE GORDON BYRON TAM I' THE KIRK by VIOLET JACOB EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: THE BEGINNER by RUDYARD KIPLING MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 10 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ARIEL'S SONG (2), FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE CONFLICT AND PEACE by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 50. MY LOVE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |