Gierusalemme Soggettita, La - Part 1

O MORTAL man! how vain thy notions are,
Who ween'st on earth to find stability;
On earth all things for ever changing were,
And all are subject to infirmity:
Decays each thing that wonneth under sky;
Jerusalem! thou city of our Lord,
How many various chances didst thou try!
Once held by men, who highest God ador'd,
But now enthralled art by Paymim's ruthless sword.
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