II. And where shall Israel lave her bleeding feet? And when shall Zion's songs again seem sweet? And Judah's melody once more rejoice The hearts that leaped before its heavenly voice? III. Tribes of the wandering foot and weary breast, How shall ye flee away and be at rest! The wild-dove hath her nest, the fox his cave, Mankind their Country-Israel but the grave! VOL. IV. M ON JORDAN'S BANKS. I. ON JORDAN'S BANKS the Arabs' camels stray, On Sion's hill the False One's votaries pray, The Baal-adorer bows on Sinai's steep Yet there even there-Oh God! thy thunders sleep: II. There where thy finger scorched the tablet stone! There where thy shadow to thy people shone! Thy glory shrouded in its garb of fire: Thyself-none living see and not expire! III. Oh! in the lightning let thy glance appear! Sweep from his shivered hand the oppressor's spear: How long by tyrants shall thy land be trod! How long thy temple worshipless, Oh God! C I. SINCE our Country, our God—Oh, my Sire! Demand that thy Daughter expire; Since thy triumph was bought by thy vowStrike the bosom that's bared for thee now! And of this, oh, my Father! be sure That the blood of thy child is as pure As the blessing I beg ere it flow, And the last thought that soothes me below. IV. Though the virgins of Salem lament, Be the judge and the hero unbent! |