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III. More blest each palm that shades those plains

Than Israel's scattered race;
For, taking root, it there remains

In solitary grace:
It cannot quit its place of birth,
It will not live in other earth.

IV.

But we must wander witheringly,

In other lands to die;
And where our fathers' ashes be,

Our own may never lie:
Our temple hath not left a stone,
And Mockery sits on Salem's throne.

OH! WEEP FOR THOSE.

I.

OH! WEEP FÖR Those that wept by Babel's stream,
Whose shrines are desolate, whose land a dream;
Weep for the harp of Judah's broken shell;
Mourn where their God hath dwelt the Godless dwell!

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 leap'd 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 !

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 scorch'd 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 shiver'd hand the oppressor's spear :
How long by tyrants shall thy land be trod!
How long thy temple worshipless, Oh God!

JEPHTHA'S DAUGHTER.

I.

Since our Country, our God-Oh, my Sire!
Demand that thy Daughter expire;
Since thy triumph was bought by thy vow-
Strike the bosom that's bared for thee now!

II.

And the voice of my mourning is o'er,
And the mountains behold me no more :
If the hand that I love lay me low,
There cannot be pain in the blow!

III. And of this, oh, my Father! be sureThat the blood of thy child is as pure As the blessing I beg ere it flo And the last thought that soothes me below.

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IV.

Though the virgins of Salem lament,
Be the judge and the hero unbent !
I have won the great battle for thee,
And my Father and Country are free!

V. When this blood of thy giving hath gush'd, When the voice that thou lovest is hush'd, Let my memory still be thy pride, And forget not I smiled as I died!

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