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Chaldea's seers are good,
But here they have no skill; And the unknown letters stood
Untold and awful still, And Babel's men of age
Are wise and deep in lore; But now they were not 'sage,
They saw--but knew no more.
A stranger and a youth,
He saw that writing's truth.
The prophecy in view; He read it on that night,
The morrow proved it true.
“ Belshazzar's grave is made,
“ His kingdom pass'd away, “ He in the balance weighed,
“ 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!” SUN OF THE SLEEPLESS!
SUN OF THE SLEEPLESS! melancholy star!
WERE MY BOSOM AS FALSE AS THOU
DEEM'ST IT TO BE.
I need not have wandered from far Galilee;
If the bad never triumph, then God is with thee!