THE WILD GAZELLE. 1. 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 2. A step as fleet, an eye more bright, And o'er her scenes of lost delight Inhabitants more fair. The cedars wave on Lebanon, But Judah's statelier maids are gone! 3. 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, It will not live in other earth. 4. But we must wander witheringly, In other lands to die; And where our fathers' ashes be, Our own may never lie: Our temple hath not left a stone, And Mockery sits on Salem's throne. OH! WEEP FOR THOSE. 1. Он! weep for those that wept by Babel's stream, Mourn-where their God hath dwelt the Godless dwell! 2. And where shall Israel lave her bleeding feet? The hearts that leap'd before its heavenly voice? 3. Tribes of the wandering foot and weary breast, ON JORDAN'S BANKS. 1. ON Jordan's banks the Arabs' camels stray, On Sion's hill the False One's votaries pray, Yet there even there-Oh God! thy thunders sleep: 2. There where thy finger scorch'd the tablet stone! Thyself-none living see and not expire! 3. Oh! in the lightning let thy glance appear! Sweep from his shiver'd hand the oppressor's spear: How long by tyrants shall thy land be trod! How long thy temple worshipless, Oh God! VOL. IV. K JEPHTHA'S DAUGHTER. 1. SINCE Our Country, our God-Oh, my Sire! Demand that thy Daughter expire; Since thy triumph was bought by thy vow— Strike the bosom that's bared for thee now! 2. And the voice of my mourning is o'er, There cannot be pain in the blow! 3. And of this, oh, my Father! be sure— As the blessing I beg ere it flow, And the last thought that soothes me below. |