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XVI. JESUS WEEPING OVER JERUSALEM.
Oh city, of all cities crown and joy,He who so yearned love's banner to uprear,
And gather round it all thy children dear,
Could yet the armies of his wrath employ,
Sending the Roman his sharp sword to cloy
With slaughter of thy children, till the ear
Tingles at history's worst tale of fear:
He who wept over thee could yet destroy.
And he has tears for sinners—natural tears,
And tears of blood; yet who will now dare say,
By thy dread doom remaining still untaught,
That since such love lives in his heart alway,
He therefore, moved by weak relenting fears,
Will see his righteous threatenings come to nought?
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