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Glory in the highest to God, and upon earth
Peace : towards men good-will. But once before
In such glad strains of joyous fellowship,
The silent earth was greeted by the heavens,
When at its first foundation they look'd down
From their bright orbs, those heavenly ministries,
Hailing the new-born world with bursts of joy.
Not long the vision tarried : died away The wondrous music on the charmed ear
Of those few peasants. Morn returning found
No footstep on her solitary hills
Of angel visitant,--all closed the scene
Of that bless'd pageantry to mortal gaze.
Far other sounds than voices jubilant,
Bethlehem, thy streets sent forth, when the fierce
Searching his infant rival, foully slew
Thy innocent babes, and Rachel from her tomb
Groan’d for her offspring. Not the less, e'en then,
Angels unseen thy hallow'd precincts watch'd,
And from the assassin's arm bore tenderly
Upward each ransom'd spirit-for of such
The heavenly kingdom. These but died for Him
Who died for all—most honour'd in their death,
And bless’d. Thus angels joy when mortals weep.
City of David! Thou art desecrate; And fallin Jerusalem sits captive now In dust and darkness. Every holy one Has long forsaken the polluted land. Where stood the Cross, the avenger's ensign waved : The Roman came, and thy proud temple fell. The Pagan brought his idols: these displaced, The mumming priests usurp'd the christend fane, With stores of relics, crosses, holy wares, And venal pardons; till the Saracen Came in his might, with zeal iconoclast, And swept away the unhallow'd trumpery.
Now for the honour of the Prince of Peace
Europe pours forth her motley Christian hordes,
Frenzied with demon zeal, to plant anew
The red-cross banner on the guilty soil
Again the nameless horrors of the siege
Were acted o'er. The conqueror blush'd to take
His golden crown, yet not refused the name,
King of Jerusalem. Brief the boast profane.
Again the crescent triumph’d. Palestine
Shook back into the sea the leaguer'd hosts
Of arm'd apostles, churchmen militant.
Then domes and minarets, with convent towers,
Again commingling rose. Then pilgrims came
Crouching to Turkish lords, and rival sects
Bargain'd and quarrell’d for the sepulchre.a
Ineffable disgrace! Loathsome abuse
Of names and things most holy! Trodden down
By all in turn, Pagan, and Frank, and Tartar,-
So runs the dread anathema,—trodden down
Beneath the oppressor; darkness shrouding thee
Thus hast thou lain for ages, iron-bound
As with a curse.
Thus art thou doom'd to lie:
Mightiest Lord! how longHow long, ere prophecy's dark veil withdrawn, Shall shew consummated thy wondrous schemes Of deepest wisdom ?-ere, the times fulfilld, Jerusalem shall rise, and break her yoke Of bondage, shaking off her loathed weeds,
And call her scatter'd sons from
To be again a nation ?-when the crescent
and fade, and vanish; and the troops
Of demon shadows, as their altar fires
Grow pale, shall shuddering flee the golden dawn?
O England! O my country! high and holy
Is thy prerogative : the foremost thou
To lead thy sons forth to the help of Heaven
Against the mighty: holy this crusade,
And waged with holier weapons. Thou secure
Hast risen, like the ark, upon
That swept away the empires. Europe views,
With hope-sick heart, upon thy towering cliffs,
The sunshine resting which to her hath set.
Thee grateful Afric worships, hailing thee
Redeemer of her sons. Thy dreaded power
Poor crouching India owns. When shall she learn
To bless thy name? Thou, in the darken’d East,
Hast risen in blood-red lustre. But e'en now,
As higher thou art seen, purging thyself
From that portentous hue, thy purer light
Begins to shed a more benignant ray.
O England ! high thy office ! Thou art named
Chosen Evangelist of nations! Send,
O send thy Careys and thy Martyns forth,
Thy living Bibles to the pagan world;
And sound through every realm that trump of God
Which bursts the bands of moral death, and bids
The dry bones take the shape of man, and live.