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JEREMIAH.
“Come, see, was ever sorrow like to mine?”
What more than human woe, dread Voice, is thine,
While armed shapes of terror throng the cloud,
Which over Judah brings destruction's shroud?
Carrying our griefs, and supplicating still,
It is the Man of sorrows climbs the hill
Of Calvary: o'er Salem shedding tears,
In Anathoth's sad Seer He witness bears.
What more than human woe, dread Voice, is thine,
While armed shapes of terror throng the cloud,
Which over Judah brings destruction's shroud?
Carrying our griefs, and supplicating still,
It is the Man of sorrows climbs the hill
Of Calvary: o'er Salem shedding tears,
In Anathoth's sad Seer He witness bears.
“Come, see, was ever sorrow like to mine?”
From age to age still sounds that voice divine,
Still Sion's virgin daughter heaves the sigh,
“Say, is it nought to you, ye that pass by?”
From age to age still sounds that voice divine,
Still Sion's virgin daughter heaves the sigh,
“Say, is it nought to you, ye that pass by?”
Ye Heav'ns, be hung with sackcloth, and thou earth
Shorn of thy beauty! let the robe of dearth
Clothe the green mountains! they their Maker own,
But of mine Israel I am not known.
“Seek ye the ancient paths, and ye shall live,”
But they cry out, “we will not.” I would strive,
But strong-arm'd vengeance, as it grows more deep,
Holds them in her embrace and lays asleep,
While I o'er your destruction watch and pine,—
“Come, see, was ever sorrow like to mine?”
Shorn of thy beauty! let the robe of dearth
Clothe the green mountains! they their Maker own,
But of mine Israel I am not known.
“Seek ye the ancient paths, and ye shall live,”
But they cry out, “we will not.” I would strive,
But strong-arm'd vengeance, as it grows more deep,
Holds them in her embrace and lays asleep,
While I o'er your destruction watch and pine,—
“Come, see, was ever sorrow like to mine?”
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