From the Last Hill that Looks
on Thy Once Holy Dome

by George Gordon, Lord Byron

(From Hebrew Melodies - 1815)


      On the Day of the Destruction of Jerusalem by Titus
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  1.   From the last hill that looks on thy once holy dome,
  2.   I beheld thee, Oh Sion! when rendered to Rome:
  3.      ’Twas thy last sun went down, and the flames of thy fall
  4.      Flash’d back on the last glance I gave to thy wall.

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  5.   I look’d for thy temple, I look’d for my home,
  6.   And forgot for a moment my bondage to come;
  7.      I beheld but the death-fire that fed on thy fane,
  8.      And the fast-fetter’d hands that made vengeance in vain.

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

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  13.   And now on that mountain I stood on that day,
  14.   But I marked not the twilight beam melting away;
  15.      Oh! would that the lightning had glared in its stead,
  16.      And the thunderbolt burst on the conqueror’s head!

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  17.   But the Gods of the Pagan shall never profane
  18.   The shrine where Jehovah disdain’d not to reign;
  19.      And scattered and scorn’d as thy people may be,
  20.      Our worship, oh Father! is only for thee.

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