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THE PILGRIM.
But where, oh where, the pride and pomp
Swayed once within thy walls?
Oh, where the gorgeous panoply
Of Herod's palace halls?
Oh, where the shrine, and sacred cups,
The temple, font, and throne,
Ere Saracen and ruthless Turk
Profaned the altar-stone?
Swayed once within thy walls?
Oh, where the gorgeous panoply
Of Herod's palace halls?
Oh, where the shrine, and sacred cups,
The temple, font, and throne,
Ere Saracen and ruthless Turk
Profaned the altar-stone?
The sword, the devastating sword,
Has made thee desolate;
And never more, oh, Palestine!
Shalt thou be called the great.
The Cross and Crescent o'er thy hills
Have held alternate sway;
And Israel's persecuted tribes
Have vainly looked for day.
Has made thee desolate;
And never more, oh, Palestine!
Shalt thou be called the great.
The Cross and Crescent o'er thy hills
Have held alternate sway;
And Israel's persecuted tribes
Have vainly looked for day.
And where the date, and feathery palm,
And ancient cedars grew,
The Gentile plows have torn the soil,
Disturbed the hallowed dew;
And feet unsanctified have pressed
The turf of Zion's hill;
And foreign hordes laved in the flood
Of Cedron's holy rill.
And ancient cedars grew,
The Gentile plows have torn the soil,
Disturbed the hallowed dew;
And feet unsanctified have pressed
The turf of Zion's hill;
And foreign hordes laved in the flood
Of Cedron's holy rill.
The Mount of Olives! awful gloom
Hovers abroad o'er thee!
He wept and prayed upon thy brow
In deepest agony!
Hovers abroad o'er thee!
He wept and prayed upon thy brow
In deepest agony!
