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Unsepulchred.
The glory of the land hath ceased
And scornful hands bring forth the bones
Of those who sate on Judah's thrones,
The bones of noble, seer and priest;
And scornful hands bring forth the bones
Of those who sate on Judah's thrones,
The bones of noble, seer and priest;
To scatter them before the host
Of shining heaven, the sun of noon,
The multitude of stars, the moon,
The senseless gods they worshipped most;
Of shining heaven, the sun of noon,
The multitude of stars, the moon,
The senseless gods they worshipped most;
And none shall see with pity; none
Shall hide them from the prowling brute;
But they shall lie beneath the foot
Without a covering or stone;
Shall hide them from the prowling brute;
But they shall lie beneath the foot
Without a covering or stone;
While those who lurk in mountain caves,
The remnant of an evil tribe,
Lean forth with bitter scowl and gibe,
Curse God and men, and pray for graves.
The remnant of an evil tribe,
Lean forth with bitter scowl and gibe,
Curse God and men, and pray for graves.
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