Jerusalem! and at the fatal hour! No need of dull and frivolous question here! No need of human agents to make clear The most tremendous act of human power! The distant cross; the rent and fallen tower; The opening graves, from which the dead uprear Their buried forms; the elemental fear, When horrid light and horrid darkness lower; All tell the holy tale: the mystery And solace of our souls. Awe-struck we gaze Oh this so mute yet eloquent history! Awe-struck and sad, at length our eyes we raise To go: -- yet oft return that scene to see, Too full of the great theme to think of praise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PRAYER FOR INDIFFERENCE by FRANCES (FANNY) MACARTNEY GREVILLE WASHINGTON'S MONUMENT, FEBRUARY, 1885 by WALT WHITMAN DECLASSE by ANNA EMILIA BAGSTAD VERSES ON SEEING IN AN ALBUM A SKETCH OF AN OLD GATEWAY by BERNARD BARTON BOAR'S HILL; OCTOBER, 1919 by VERA MARY BRITTAIN |