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OH! WEEP FOR THOSE.
OH! weep for those that wept by Babel's stream,
Mourn-where their God hath dwelt the Godless dwell!
And where shall Israel lave her bleeding feet?
The hearts that leap'd before its heavenly voice?
The wild-dove hath her nest, the fox his cave,
...ON JORDAN'S BANKS.
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:
There where thy finger scorch'd the tablet stone!
Oh! in the lightning let thy glance appear!
Sweep from his shiver'd hand the oppressor's spear:
SINCE our Country, our God-Oh, my Sire!
And the voice of my mourning is o'er,
If the hand that I love lay me low,
And of this, oh, my Father! be sure-
As the blessing I beg ere it flow,
And the last thought that soothes me below.
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!
When this blood of thy giving hath gush'd,
OH! SNATCH'D AWAY IN BEAUTY'S
OH! snatch'd away in beauty's bloom,
Their leaves, the earliest of the year;
And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom :
And oft by yon blue gushing stream
Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head, And feed deep thought with many a dream, And lingering pause and lightly tread;
Fond wretch! as if her step disturb'd the dead!