Oh! Weep for those
Oh, weep for those that wept by Babel's Stream,
Whose shrines arc. desolate, whose land a dream;
Weep for the harp of Judah's broken shell;
Mourn - where their God hath dwelt the Godless
And where shall Israel lave her bleeding feet?
And when shall Zion's songs again seem sweet?
And Judah's melody once more rejoice
The hearts that leaped before its heavenly voice
Tribes of the wandering foot and weary breast,
How shall ye flee away and be at rest!
TK- wild-dove hath her nest. the fox his cave,
Mankind their country - Israel but the grave!