JERUSALEM.[1]
My Spirit some transporting Cherub feels
To bear me where the tower of Salem stood,
Once glorious towers, now sunk.———
Milton's Ode on the Passion.
To bear me where the tower of Salem stood,
Once glorious towers, now sunk.———
Milton's Ode on the Passion.
Flush'd with her crimes, and swoln with impious pride,
Rebellious Judah still her God defied:
Then on Isaiah's eye prophetic rose
The lengthen'd vision of her future woes;
Then, with his country's gathering fate imprest,
The sacred fervour labouring in his breast,
Against the guilty race his kindling lyre
Breath'd the deep vengeance of th' Almighty's ire.
"Hear,[2] O ye Heavens, and thou, O Earth, give ear,
"And trembling shrink the awful sounds to hear!
Rebellious Judah still her God defied:
Then on Isaiah's eye prophetic rose
The lengthen'd vision of her future woes;
Then, with his country's gathering fate imprest,
The sacred fervour labouring in his breast,
Against the guilty race his kindling lyre
Breath'd the deep vengeance of th' Almighty's ire.
"Hear,[2] O ye Heavens, and thou, O Earth, give ear,
"And trembling shrink the awful sounds to hear!
- ↑ This Poem obtained the Chancellor's Medal at the Cambridge Commencement July, 1817.
- ↑ Isai. i. 2.
