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.
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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