Around Siloam’s ancient tombs A solemn grandeur still must be; And oh, what mystic meaning looms By thy dread summits, Calvary! The groaning earth, that felt the shock Of mankind’s crowning sin and shame, Gave up the dead, laid bare the rock, For fallen Jerusalem! Kind woman’s heart forgets thee not, For Mary’s image lights the scene: And, casting back the inquiring thought To what thou art, what thou hast been, Ah! well may pilgrims heave the sigh, When they remember all thy fame, And shed the tear regrettingly O’er thee, Jerusalem! For awful desolation lies, In heavy shades, o’er thee and thine, As ’twere to frown of sacrifice, And tell thy story, Palestine; But never was there darkness yet Whereto His glory never came; And guardian angels watch and wait By thee, Jerusalem! The lustre of thine ancient fame Shall yet in brighter beams arise, And heavenly measures to thy name Rejoice the earth, make glad the skies; And, with thy gather’d thousands, then Oh! Love and Peace shall dwell with them, And God’s own glory shine again O’er thee, Jerusalem! MY ENGLISH ACQUAINTANCE.