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A captive in the land,
A stranger and a youth,
He heard the king's command,
He saw that writing's truth.
The lamps around were bright,
The prophecy in view;
He read it on that night,
The morrow proved it true.
Belshazzar's grave is made,
“ He in the balance weighed,
“Is light and worthless clay. “ The shroud, his robe of state,
“ His canopy, the stone;
“ The Mede is at his gate!
The Persian on his throne!" SUN OF THE SLEEPLESS!
Sun or THE SLEEPLESS! melancholy star!
How like art thou to joy remembered well!
So gleams the past, the light of other days,
A night-beam Sorrow watcheth to behold,
Distinct, but distant-clear-but, oh how cold!
WERE MY BOSOM AS FALSE AS THOU
DEEM'ST IT TO BE.
WEREMY BOSOMAS FALSE AS THOU DEEM'ST IT TO BE,
I need not have wandered from far Galilee;
It was but abjuring my creed to efface
The curse which, thou say’st, is the crime of my
If the bad never triumph, then God is with thee!
If the slave only sin, thou art spotless and free!
If the Exile on earth is an Outcast on high,
Live on in thy faith, but in mine I will die.
I have lost for that faith more than thou canst
As the God who permits thee to prosper doth know;
In his hand is my heart and my hope and in thine
The land and the life which for him I resign.