Scenes and Hymns of Life, with Other Religious Poems/Let us Depart
LET US DEPART.
It is mentioned by Josephus, that, a short time previously to the destruction of Jerusalem by the Romans, the priests, going by night into the inner court of the temple to perform their sacred ministrations at the feast of Pentecost, felt a quaking, and heard a rushing noise, and, after that, a sound as of a great multitude saying, "Let us depart hence."
Night hung on Salem's towers,
And a brooding hush profound
Lay where the Roman eagle shone,
High o'er the tents around,
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.
There were shouts of kindred warfare
Through the dark streets ringing high.
Though every sign was full which told
Of the bloody vintage nigh.
Though the wild red spears and arrows
Of many a meteor host,
Went flashing o'er the holy stars,
In the sky now seen, now lost.
And that fearful sound was heard
In the Temple's deepest heart,
As if mighty wings rush'd by,
And a voice cried mournfully,
"Let us depart!"
But within the fated city
There was revelry that night;
The wine-cup and the timbrel note,
And the blaze of banquet light.
The footsteps of the dancer
Went bounding through the hall,
And the music of the dulcimer
Summon'd to festival.
While the clash of brother weapons
Made lightning in the air,
And the dying at the palace gates
Lay down in their despair.
And that fearful sound was heard
At the Temple's thrilling heart,
As if mighty wings rush'd by,
And a dread voice rais'd the cry,
"Let us depart!"