Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917. | | In Memoriam, Ninth of Ab | By Ben Avrom |
| AND all is lost! Thy valiant sons are dead | |
Or slaves! The crown from off thy queenly brow | |
Is plucked! Thy glory in the dust doth bow! | |
Thine ancient splendours are for ever fled! | |
I see it allthine altars gory red: | 5 |
Around, Death lays the mighty heroes low, | |
Awhile, revengeful and relentless glow | |
The fiendish flames, and from the foot to head | |
Consume the Sanctuary! O woeful day! | |
When Temple, Country, Freedom, all in one, | 10 |
Most dire destruction, fell! Then to the skies | |
Uprose the bitter cry of dark dismay, | |
Oh, God, Almighty Lord, forgive, condone, | |
And in Thy glory, make our glory rise! | | | |
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