Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXIV, No. 3, March 1849Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXIV, No. 3, March 1849
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
They were Jews that thus looked out, the leader and the followers,
Hebrews of Hebrews, and they loved the land of their birth and the city
of their nation’s boast. Every affection of the human heart was enlisted
for the beautiful towns and sacred edifices, and all the outspread
loveliness of the country’s hills and valleys; and as the sun seemed to
pour surpassing splendor upon the place, and as youth and beauty went
forth to seek their pleasures, and age toiled upward toward the temple
for the evening sacrifice, and all that was seen, and all that the heart
suggested, appealed to the patriotic affection of the four—they looked
to see whether the loveliness of the scene would not light up an
unwonted smile upon the face of their Master, who was looking intently
upon the city.
But there was no smile. The deep thought that rested on his brow, and
the tear that glistened in his eye, showed that the past and the future
were with him. That all the blessings which had been pronounced upon
Jerusalem, and all the promises made in her behalf, all the sins which
she had committed, and which God had pardoned, and all the negligence
against which she had been warned, and for which pardon had been
presented; all her thoughtlessness now, and all the uncomprehended
miseries which were in her path, were in one group in his mind—and the
sound of the destroyer and the desolation of the conquered stood before
him—the famine that wasted the people and the fire that destroyed the
temple were there, and as he remembered how He would have sheltered them
from the consequences of their own follies, and how they despised his
love; how he would have shielded and comforted the sons and daughters of
that city of his love, but they refused, _He wept_—wept human
tears—wept tears of earthly fondness, that came bursting up from his
heart—deep agony marked his face when gathering the recollection of all
the promises which had accompanied their probation, the glories by which
they had been invited to goodness—he exclaimed, “But now they are
forever hidden from thine eyes.”
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