HEBREW MELODIES. 5. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, 35 35 With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. 6. And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, BRITISH 23JY73 FROM JOB. 1. A SPIRIT pass'd before me: I beheld Deep sleep came down on every eye save mine- 2. "Is man more just than God? Is man more pure "Than he who deems even Seraphs insecure? "Creatures of clay-vain dwellers in the dust! "The moth survives you, and are ye more just? "Things of a day! you wither ere the night, "Heedless and blind to Wisdom's wasted light." THE END. Printed by W. Dugdale, Green Street, Leicester Square. |