And he children weep before you;

    they run;

    the glory

    er the sun:

    t not the wisdom;

    t its calm---

    Are slaves,  ty in Cdom,---

    Are martyrs, by t the palm,---

    Are  unretrievingly

    No dear remembrance keep,---

    Are orphly love and heavenly:

    Let t them weep!

    their pale and sunken faces,

    And to see,

    For their places,

    it for Deity;---

    quot;; t;ion,

    ill you stand, to move t,

    Stifle dos palpitation,

    And tread ono your t?

    Our blood splasyrants,

    And your purple sh;

    But the silence

    trong man in ;