II. If the bad never triumph, then God is with thee! If the slave only sin, thou art spotless and free! If the Exile on earth is an Outcast on high, Live on in thy faith, but in mine I will die. III. 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. HEROD'S LAMENT FOR MARIAMNE. 1. Он, Mariamne! now for thee The heart for which thou bled'st is bleeding; Revenge is lost in agony, And wild remorse to rage succeeding. Oh, Mariamne! where art thou? Thou canst not hear my bitter pleading: Ah, could'st thou-thou would'st pardon now, Though heaven were to my prayer unheeding. II. And is she dead?—and did they dare Obey my phrensy's jealous raving? My wrath but doomed my own despair: The sword that smote her 's o'er me waving. But thou art cold, my murdered love! And this dark heart is vainly craving For her who soars alone above, And leaves my soul unworthy saving. III. She's gone, who shared my diadem; She sunk, with her my joys entombing; I swept that flower from Judah's stem Whose leaves for me alone were blooming. And mine's the guilt, and mine the hell, And I have earned those tortures well, Which unconsumed are still consuming! |