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
1
- From the last hill that looks on thy once holy dome,
- I beheld thee, Oh Sion! when rendered to Rome:
- Twas thy last sun went down, and the flames of thy fall
- Flashd back on the last glance I gave to thy wall.
2
- I lookd for thy temple, I lookd for my home,
- And forgot for a moment my bondage to come;
- I beheld but the death-fire that fed on thy fane,
- And the fast-fetterd hands that made vengeance in vain.
3
- Oh many an eve, the high spot whence I gazed
- Had reflected the last beam of day as it blazed;
- While I stood on the height, and beheld the decline
- Of the rays from the mountain that shone on thy shrine.
4
- And now on that mountain I stood on that day,
- But I marked not the twilight beam melting away;
- Oh! would that the lightning had glared in its stead,
- And the thunderbolt burst on the conquerors head!
5
- But the Gods of the Pagan shall never profane
- The shrine where Jehovah disdaind not to reign;
- And scattered and scornd as thy people may be,
- Our worship, oh Father! is only for thee.
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