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JEREMIAH BY MACHPELAH
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The Prophet Jeremiah by the Cave of Machpelah

By Kalir


THE Prophet standing by the fathers' graves,
With soul o'erwhelmèd speaks, for solace craves:
"How can ye lie at rest, beloved ones,
While sharpened swords consume your captive sons?
Where now, O fathers, lurks your merit rare
In that vast wilderness of land laid bare?
They cry each one with lamentation sore
For children banished, sons that are no more;
They pray imploring with a cry for grace
To Him who dwelleth in the realms of space;
Ah! where is now God's promise made of old:
'I will not my first covenant withhold'?"