Classic Poem

Ah wretched Israel ! ah unhappy state!
Expos'd to all the Bolts of angry Fate!
Expos'd to all thy Enemies revengeful hate!
Who is there left their Fury to withstand?
What Champions now to guard thy helpless Land?
Who is there left in listed Fields to head
Thy valiant Youth, and lead them on to Victory?
Alas! thy valiant Youth are dead,
And all thy brave Commanders too:
Lo! how the Glut and Riot of the Grave thus lie,
And none survive the fatal Overthrow,
To right their injur'd Ghosts upon the barbarous Foe!
Rest, ye bless'd shades, in everlasting Peace,
Who fell your Country's bloody Sacrifice:
For ever Sacred be your Memories,
And may e're long some dread Avenger rise
To wipe off Heav'ns and your Disgrace:
May then these proud insulting Foes
Wash off our stains of Honor with their Blood.
May they ten thousand-fold repay our loss.
For every Life a Myriad, every Drop a Flood.