Jr. John Church, The Fall of Jerusalem: A Poem
“ Who pour their jav’lins thick upon the foe: The jav’lins ring upon each brazen shield, Rebound aloft, and sink upon the field. Machines for scaling ’gainst the wall they fix, And then undaunted mount them six by six; But six by six they fall, a gory heap, And with their fathers now in darkness sleep. Five thousand Jews now issue from the gate, All fram’d for slaughter, big with ’venging fate; Surrounding Antiochus’s brave band, Their angry songs are heard through Judah’s land. Buckler to buckler, clashing steel to steel, Ring thro’ the air with harsh and dismal peal ”
