Several Occasions.
7
Now banner'd Hosts surround the Walls
Of Sion! now she sinks, she falls!—
Ah! Sion, how for thee I mourn!
What Pangs for thee I feel!
Ah! how art thou become the Pagans Scorn,
Lovely, unhappy Israel?
A shivering Damp invades my Heart,
A trembling Horror shoots thro' every Part;
My nodding Frame can scarce sustain
Th' oppressive Load I undergo:
Speechless I sigh! the envious Woe
Forbids the very Pleasure to complain:
Forbids my fault'ring Tongue to tell
What Pangs for thee I feel,
Lovely, unhappy Israel!
Of Sion! now she sinks, she falls!—
Ah! Sion, how for thee I mourn!
What Pangs for thee I feel!
Ah! how art thou become the Pagans Scorn,
Lovely, unhappy Israel?
A shivering Damp invades my Heart,
A trembling Horror shoots thro' every Part;
My nodding Frame can scarce sustain
Th' oppressive Load I undergo:
Speechless I sigh! the envious Woe
Forbids the very Pleasure to complain:
Forbids my fault'ring Tongue to tell
What Pangs for thee I feel,
Lovely, unhappy Israel!
VI.
Yet tho' the Fig-Tree should no Burthen bear,
Tho' Vines delude the Promise of the Year;
Yet tho' the Fig-Tree should no Burthen bear,
Tho' Vines delude the Promise of the Year;
Yet
