The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 3/Hebrew Melodies/On the Day of the Destruction of Jerusalem by Titus

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ON THE DAY OF THE DESTRUCTION OF JERUSALEM BY TITUS.

I.

From the last hill that looks on thy once holy dome,[1]
I beheld thee, oh Sion! when rendered to Rome:[2]
'Twas thy last sun went down, and the flames of thy fall
Flashed back on the last glance I gave to thy wall.


II.

I looked for thy temple—I looked for my home,
And forgot for a moment my bondage to come;[3]
I beheld but the death-fire that fed on thy fane,
And the fast-fettered hands that made vengeance in vain.


III.

On many an eve, the high spot whence I gazed
Had reflected the last beam of day as it blazed;
While I stood on the height, and beheld the decline
Of the rays from the mountain that shone on thy shrine.


IV.

And now on that mountain I stood on that day,
But I marked not the twilight beam melting away;
Oh! would that the lightning had glared in its stead,
And the thunderbolt burst on the Conqueror's head![4]


V.

But the Gods of the Pagan shall never profane
The shrine where Jehovah disdained not to reign;
And scattered and scorned as thy people may be,
Our worship, oh Father! is only for thee.

1815.


  1. —— that looks o'er thy once holy dome.—[MS.]
  2. —— o'er thy once holy wall
    I beheld thee O Sion the day of thy fall.—[MS. erased.]

  3. And forgot in their ruin ——.—[MS. erased.]
  4. And the red bolt —.—[MS. erased.]
    And the thunderbolt crashed ——.—[MS.]