Verse > Anthologies > W. Garrett Horder, ed. > The Poets’ Bible: New Testament
W. Garrett Horder, comp.  The Poets’ Bible: New Testament.  1895.
Thomas Toke Lynch (1818–1871)
SEE, bannered armies hem
  The favoured city round;
Vain are thy towers, Jerusalem;
  False art thou found:
With hills divinely girt        5
  And massive walls of stone,
Impregnable to others’ hurt
  Lost by thine own.
Thy Temple, like a gem,
  Adorns thee, faithless bride;        10
Thy God, O fair Jerusalem,
  Hath left thy side:
Ah, happy one and blest,
  A golden-feathered dove,
When like the jewel on thy breast,        15
  Shone forth thy love.
A fruitless, fallen stem,
  Low on the miry earth
Lies beautiful Jerusalem,
  Spoiled of her worth;        20
Fire through her branches runs,—
  Consume her! she hath sinned;
Like ashes now her scattered sons
  Fly on the wind.
My soul lament for them;        25
  Learn from this fatal fall;
For of a new Jerusalem
  Sons are we all:
Round us are mightier towers,
  A brighter heaven above;        30
O, be the Lord’s, as He is ours,
  In faithful love.

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