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The Song of Solomon : and the Lamentations of Jeremiah

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i. 1-7.] DESOLATION 103<br />

Coming nearer to <strong>the</strong> city in his mental vision, <strong>the</strong><br />

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** poet next bewails deserted roads ; those ways <strong>of</strong> Zion<br />

up which <strong>the</strong> holiday folks used to troop, clad in gay<br />

garments, with songs <strong>of</strong> rejoicing, are left so lonely<br />

that it seems as though <strong>the</strong>y <strong>the</strong>mselves must be mourning.<br />

It is in keeping with <strong>the</strong> imagery <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>se poems<br />

which personify <strong>the</strong> city, to endow <strong>the</strong> very roads<br />

with fancied consciousness. This is a natural result<br />

<strong>of</strong> intense emotion, <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong>refore a witness to its<br />

very intensity. It seems as though <strong>the</strong> very earth<br />

must share in <strong>the</strong> feelings <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> man whose heart is<br />

stirred to its depths ; as though all things must be filled<br />

with <strong>the</strong> passion <strong>the</strong> waves <strong>of</strong> which flow out to <strong>the</strong><br />

horizon <strong>of</strong> his consciousness, till <strong>the</strong> very stones cry<br />

out.<br />

As he approaches <strong>the</strong> city, <strong>the</strong> poet is struck with<br />

a strange, sad sight. <strong>The</strong>re are no people about <strong>the</strong><br />

yet here, if anywhere, we should expect to meet<br />

gates ;<br />

not only travellers passing through, but also groups <strong>of</strong><br />

men, merchants at <strong>the</strong>ir traffic, arbitrators settling dis-<br />

putes, friends exchanging confidences, idlers lounging<br />

about <strong>and</strong> chewing <strong>the</strong> cud <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> latest gossip, beggars<br />

whining for alms ; for by <strong>the</strong> gates are markets, alfresco<br />

tribunals, open spaces for public meetings. Formerly<br />

<strong>the</strong> life <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> city was here concentrated ; now no trace<br />

<strong>of</strong> life is to be seen even at <strong>the</strong>se social ganglia. <strong>The</strong><br />

desertion <strong>and</strong> silence <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> gateways gives a shock <strong>of</strong><br />

distress to <strong>the</strong> visitor on entering <strong>the</strong> ruined city.<br />

More disappointments await him within <strong>the</strong> walls. Still<br />

keeping in mind <strong>the</strong> idea <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> national festivals, <strong>and</strong><br />

accompanying <strong>the</strong> course <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m in imagination, <strong>the</strong><br />

poet goes up to <strong>the</strong> temple. No services are proceed-<br />

ing ; 'any priests who may be found still haunting <strong>the</strong><br />

precincts <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> charred ruins can only sigh over <strong>the</strong>ir

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