And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!

And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,

But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.

And there lay the rider distorted and pale,

With the dew on his brów and the rust on his mail: And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.

And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail,
And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal;
And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword
Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!

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FROM JOB.

(Set to Music by J. NATHAN.)

SPIRIT pass'd before me: I beheld

The face of immortality unveil'd—

Deep sleep came down on every eye save
mine-

And there it stood,-all formless-but divine:
Along my bones the creeping flesh did quake;
And as my damp hair stiffen'd, thus it spake :

"Is man more just than God? Is man more pure Than he who deems even Seraphs insecure?

Creatures of clay-vain dwellers in the dust! The moth survives you, and are ye more just? Things of a day! you wither ere the night, Heedless and blind to Wisdom's wasted light!"

ABSENT or present, still to thee
Adieu, adieu! my native shore
Ah! heedless girl! why thus disclose
Ah! Love was never yet without
All is vanity, saith the Preacher
And thou art dead, as young and fair
And wilt thou weep when I am low?

As o'er the cold sepulchral stone

As the Liberty lads o'er the sea

A Spirit passed before me

Away, away, ye notes of woe

Away with your fictions of flimsy romance

Away, ye gay landscapes, ye gardens of roses

Beware! beware! of the Black Friar

Bright be the place of thy soul

By the rivers of Babylon we sat down and wept

Could Love for ever run like a river.

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