THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT. I. THE HARP THE MONARCH MINISTREL SWEPT, It gave them virtucs not their own; That felt not, fired not to the tone, Till David's Lyre grew mightier than his throne II. It told the triumphs of our King, 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 from above, In dreams that day's broad light can not remove. IF THAT HIGH WORLD. IF THAT HIGH WORLD, I. which lies beyond Our own, surviving Love endears; II. It must be so: 'tis not for self To hold each heart the heart that shares, VOL. IV. H THE WILD GAZELLE. . THE WILD GAZELLE on Judah's hills Its airy step and glorious eye 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 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. |