THE WILD GAZELLE. I. THE wild gazelle on Judah's hills And drink from all the living rills May glance in tameless transport by: II. A step as fleet, an eye more bright The cedars wave on Lebanon, But Judah's statelier maids are gone! III. More blest each palm that shades those plains Than Israel's scatter'd race; For, taking root, it there remains In solitary grace: It cannot quit its place of birth, IV. But we must wander witheringly, In other lands to die; And where our fathers' ashes be, OH! WEEP FOR THOSE. I. OH! weep for those that wept by Babel's stream, Mourn where their God hath dwelt the Godless dwell! VOL. IV.-E II. And where shall Israel lave her bleeding feet? The hearts that leap'd before its heavenly voice? III. Tribes of the wandering foot and weary breast, The wild-dove hath her nest, the fox his cave, ON JORDAN'S BANKS. I. On Jordan's banks the Arab's camels stray, even there Oh God! thy thunders sleep : II. There where thy finger scorch'd the tablet stone! Thyself-none living see and not expire! III. Oh! in the lightning let thy glance appear; JEPHTHA'S DAUGHTER. I. SINCE Our Country, our God Oh, my Sire! Since thy triumph was bought by thy vow- II, And the voice of my mourning is o'er, III. And of this, oh, my Father! be sure IV. Though the virgins of Salem lament, V. When this blood of thy giving hath gush'd, And forget not I smiled as I died! OH! SNATCH'D AWAY IN BEAUTY'S BLOOM. I. OH! snatch'd away in beauty's bloom, Their leaves, the earliest of the year; II. And oft by yon blue gushing stream Fond wretch! as if her step disturb'd the dead. III. Away! we know that tears are vain, Or make one mourner weep the less? Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet. MY SOUL IS DARK. I. My soul is dark-Oh! quickly string Its melting murmurs o'er mine ear. If in this heart a hope be dear, That sound shall charm it forth again : If in these eyes there lurk a tear, 'T will flow, and cease to burn my brain. II. But bid the strain be wild and deep, And ached in sleepless silence long; I SAW THEE WEEP. I. I SAW thee weep - the big bright tear And then methought it did appear I saw thee smile the sapphire's blaze It could not match the living rays As clouds from yonder sun receive Which scarce the shade of coming eve Those smiles unto the moodiest mind THY DAYS ARE DONE. I. THY days are done, thy fame begun ; II. Though thou art fall'n, while we are free The generous blood that flow'd from thee Within our veins its currents be, III. Thy name, our charging hosts along, Thy fall, the theme of choral song To weep would do thy glory wrong; SONG OF SAUL BEFORE HIS LAST BATTLE. I. WARRIORS and chiefs! should the shaft or the sword Pierce me in leading the host of the Lord, Heed not the course, though a king's, in your path : Bury your steel in the bosoms of Gath! |