His last historical poem, "King Zedekiah in Prison", dates from the period when the poet's skepticism was a confirmed temper of mind. According to Gordon, the ruin of the Jewish State was brought about by the weight given to moral as compared with political considerations. He no longer contents himself with attacking Rabbinism, he goes back to the very principles of the Judaism of the prophets. These are the ideas which he puts into the mouth of the King of Judah, the captive of Nebuchadnezzar. He makes him the advocate of the claims of political power as against the moralist pretensions of the prophets. The king passes all his misfortunes in review, and he asks himself to what cause they are attributable. "Because I did not submit to the will of Jeremiah? But what was it that the priest of Anathoth required of me to do?" No, the king cannot concede that "the City would still be standing if her inhabitants had not borne burdens on the Sabbath day". The prophet proclaims the rule of the letter and of the Law, supreme over work and war, but can a people of dreamers and visionaries exist a single day? The king does not stop at such rebellious thoughts. He remembers all too well the story of Saul and Samuel--how the king was castigated for having resisted the whims of the prophets. "Thus the seers and prophets have always sought to crush the kings in Israel", he maintains. "Alas! I see that the words of the son of Hilkiah will be fulfilled without fail. The Law will stand, the kingdom will be ruined. The book, the word--they will succeed to the royal sceptre. I foresee a whole people of scholars and teachers, degenerate folk and feeble." This amazing view, so disconcerting to the prophet-people, Gordon held to the very end. And seeing that the Law had killed the nation, and a cruel fatality dogged the footsteps of the people of the Book, would it not be best to free the individuals from the chains of the faith and liberate the masses from the minute religious ceremonial that has obstructed their path to life? This was the task Gordon set himself for the rest of his days. In a poem inscribed to Smolenskin, the editor of _Ha-Shahar_ ("Daybreak"), on the occasion of the periodical's resuming publication after an interval, the poet poured forth his afflicted soul, and pointed out the aim he had decided to pursue: "Once upon a time I sang of love, too, and pleasure, and friendship; I announced the advent of days of joy, liberty, and hope. The strings of my lyre thrilled with emotion.... "But yonder comes _Ha-Shahar_ again, and I shall attune my harp to hail the break of day. "Alas, I am no more the same, I know not how to sing, I waken naught but grief. Disquieting dreams trouble my nights. They show me my people face to face.... They show me my people in all its abasement, with all its unprobed wounds. They reveal to me the iniquity that is the source of all its ills.