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Lighting  the  grisimess  of  the  sanguine  plain
                                          With  splendors that  had  glorified a throne*


                                       Above:  the  altar  of  God's sacred  place,
                                         A  watchful star, it  !it the passing years,
                                       With  radiance  falling  osi  each  siipoliam.’s  face,
                                          Gleaming  alike in  love's  and  sorrow's  tears,

                                       Til!  swept the war-tide  through  the sun-lit vales
                                          Leading from Jord?.n  and  the  western  sea,
                                       And til? fierce  ho=t  cf  Titus  filled the gales
                                          With  jubilant  shouts,  and  songs  of  victory.


                                       Then  came the day when  ever all  the  walls
                                          The  Romans  surged,  and Death laughed loud and  high,
                                       Arid tliere  was  wailing  in  the paEaee  halls,
                                          And  sounds  of  lamentations  in  the sky.


                                       Torn  from  its  pi arc,  it  lay  within  the  hand
                                          Of  J.Vobus,  whose  keen  sword  had  rent-  a way,
                                       With  vapid  blows,  aiiiid  the  priestly  band
                                          Whose piteous  prayers  moaned  through  that dreadful
                                               day.


                                       And  there,  beside the wall, lie  stopped to gaze
                                          Upon the fortune that would  give his  life
                                       The  home  t.nd  rest  that come with  bounteous  days,
                                          And bring reward for toil and war-like strife.


                                       There  was  no cloud  in  all  heaven's  lustrous blue,
                                          Yet suddenly  a  red  flash  cleft  the  air,
                                       And  ihe  dark  shadow  held  a  deeper  h;j<>—
                                          A  dead  man,  with  an  cm ply  hand,  ];jy there

                                                                   Thomas  S tephen's  C o l l ie r ,
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