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LET US DEPART.
The tents that rose by thousands,
In the moonlight glimmering pale;
Like white waves of a frozen sea,
Filling an Alpine vale.
And the Temple's massy shadow
Fell broad, and dark, and still,
In peace, as if the Holy One
Yet watch'd his chosen hill.
But a fearful sound was heard
In that old fane's deepest heart,
As if mighty wings rush'd by,
And a dread voice rais'd the cry,
"Let us depart!"
Within the fated city
E'en then fierce discord raved,
Though o'er night's heaven the comet sword
It's vengeful token waved.
