THE HARP THE MONARCH I. THE harp the monarch minstrel swept, O'er tones her heart of hearts had given, Redoubled be her tears, its chords are riven, It soften'd men of iron mould, It gave them virtues not their own; That felt not, fired not to the tone, 11. It told the triumphs of our King, It made our gladden'd valleys ring, The cedars bow, the mountains nod; Its sound aspired to heaven and there abode ! Since then, though heard on earth no more, Devotion and her daughter Love, Still bid the bursting spirit soar To sounds that seem as far above, In dreams that day's broad light can not remove. IF THAT HIGH WORLD. I. IF that high world, which lies beyond How welcome those untrodden spheres! II. It must be so: 'tis not for self Yet cling to Being's severing link. To hold each heart the heart that shares, With them the immortal waters drink, And soul in soul grow deathless theirs! THE WILD GAZELLE. I. THE wild gazelle on Judah's hills Its airy step and glorious eye II. A step as fleet, an eye more bright, The cedars wave on Lebanon, 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, And where our fathers' ashes be, Our temple hath not left a stone, OH! WEEP FOR THOSE. I. OH! weep for 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? III. Tribes of the wandering foot and weary breast, |