The lamps around were bright, The morrow proved it true. 6. "Belshazzar's grave is made, "His kingdom pass'd away, "He, in the balance weigh'd, "Is light and worthless clay. "The shroud, his robe of state, "His canopy the stone; “ The Mede is at his gate! "The Persian on his throne!", UN of the sleepless! melancholy star! That show'st the darkness thou canst not dispel, so gleams the past, the light of other days, Which shines, but warms not with its powerless rays; WERE MY BOSOM AS FALSE AS THOU DEEM'ST IT TO BE. ང་ WERE my bosom as false as thou deem'st it to be, The curse which, thou say'st, is the crime of my race. 2. If the bad never triumph, then God is with thee! Live on in thy faith, but in mine I will die.. 3. I have lost for that faith more than thou canst bestow, As the God who permits thee to prosper doth know; In his hand is my heart and my hope-and in thine The land and the life which for him I resign. 3. She's gone, who shared my diadem; And I have earn'd those tortures well, Which unconsumed are still consuming! |