On the brow of Gilboa is war's bloody stain,— The pride and the beauty of Israel is slain! O publish it not.in proud Askelon's street, Nor tell it in Gath, lest in triumph they meet, For how are the mighty fallen!
O mount of Gilboa, no dew shalt thou see, Save the blood of the Philistine fall upon thee; For the strong-pinioned eagle of Israel is dead; Thy brow is his pillow, thy bosom his bed! O how are the mighty fallen!
Weep, daughters of Israel, weep o'er his grave! What breast will now pity, what arm will now save? O my brother! my brother! this heart bleeds for thee, For thou wert a friend and a brother to me! Ah, how are the mighty fallen!
