I. <br /> <br />Oh! Weep for those that wept by Babel's stream, <br />Whose shrines are desolate, whose land a dream, <br />Weep for the harp of Judah's broken shell-- <br />Mourn -- where their God that dwelt--the Godless dwell! <br /> <br />II. <br /> <br />And where shall Israel lave her bleeding feet? <br />And when shall Zion's songs agains seem sweet? <br />And Judah's melody once more rejoice <br />The hearts that leap'd before its heavenly voice? <br /> <br />III. <br /> <br />Tribes of the wandering foot and weary breast! <br />How shall ye flee away and be at rest! <br />The wild-dove hath her nest-- the fox his cave-- <br />Mankind their Country -- Israel but the grave.<br /><br />George Gordon Byron<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oh-weep-for-those/
