To be said within the heart: How is the city become desolate, and, how lonely is now the house-ho1d, that once wet’e full of people!… How is the fountain stopped up, and the lamp become extinguished! How is our fire gone out, and how are the ashes scattered upon the hearth ! For now the hand of the Potter hath shattered the vessel that He made. And the Mother hath hidden from us with a veil, the face of our Beloved.
