_In lacrymantem Dominum._ Luc. xix. 41.
Vobis, Judaei, vobis haec volvitur unda;
Quae vobis, quoniam spernitis, ignis erit.
Eia faces, Romane, faces! seges illa furoris,
Non nisi ab his undis, ignea messis erit.
_He beheld the city, and wept over it._
For you, O Jews, is roll'd this tearful tide,
Which as a flame shall glow, since ye deride.
Torches, Rome's torches--those wild-waving ears
A fiery crop shall prove, fed by these tears. R. WI.