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VI. “ Belshazzar's grave is made,
“ His kingdom pass'd away, “ 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!
WERE MY BOSOM AS FALSE AS THOU
DEEMÄST IT TO BE.
WERE MY BOSOM AS FALSE AS THOU DEEM'ST IT
I need not have wandered from far Galilee ;
If the bad never triumph, then God is with thee!
I have lost for that faith more than thou canst bestow, 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.
HEROD'S LAMENT FOR MARIAMNE.
Oh, Mariamne! now for thee
The heart for which thou bled'st is bleeding; Revenge is lost in agony,
And wild remorse to rage succeeding.
Thou canst not hear my bitter pleading:
Though heaven were to my prayer unheeding.