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The subsequent poems were written at the request of my friend, the Hon. D. Kinnaird, for a Selection of Hebrew Melodies, and have been published, with the music, arranged, by Mr. Braham and Mr. Nathan.
SHE walks in beauty, like the night
One shade the more, one ray the less,
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
A heart whose love is innocent!
THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL
THE harp the monarch minstrel swept,
It gave them virtues not their own;
No ear so dull, no soul so cold,
That felt not, fired not to the tone,
Till David's lyre grew mightier than his throne!
It told the triumphs of our King,
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 from above,
In dreams that day's broad light can not remove.
IF THAT HIGH WORLD.
If that high world, which lies beyond
Lost in thy light-Eternity!
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.
THE wild gazelle on Judah's hills
And drink from all the living rills
That gush on holy ground;
Its airy step and glorious eye
May glance in tameless transport by:
A step as fleet, an eye more bright,
And o'er her scenes of lost delight