RUINS OF PALMYRA.
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Thou art fallen, Palmyra! and never to rise,
Thou "queen of the east, thou bright child of the skies!"
Thou art lonely; the desert around thee is wide;
Then haste to its arms, nor remember thy pride.
Thou "queen of the east, thou bright child of the skies!"
Thou art lonely; the desert around thee is wide;
Then haste to its arms, nor remember thy pride.
Thou art forgotten, Palmyra! return thee to earth;
And great be thy fall, as was stately thy birth;
With grandeur then bow 'neath the pinion of time,
And sink, not in splendor, but sadly sublime.
And great be thy fall, as was stately thy birth;
With grandeur then bow 'neath the pinion of time,
And sink, not in splendor, but sadly sublime.
