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3. The monarch saw, and shook,
And bade no more rejoice; All bloodless wax'd his look,
And tremulous his voice. “ Let the men of lore appear,
“ The wisest of the earth, “ And expound the words of fear,
“ Which mar our royal mirth."
4. Chaldea's seers are good,
But here they have no skill? And the unknown letters slood
Untold and awful still. And Babel's men of age
Are wise and deep in lore; But now they were not sage,
They saw--but knew no more.
The lamps around were bright,
The prophecy in view;
The morrow proved it true.
“ His kingdom pass'd away,
“ Is light and worthless clay. 66 The shroud his robe of state,
the stone; « The Mede is at his gate,
“ The Persian on his throne !"
“ His canopy
SUN OF THE SLEEPLESS!
Sus of the sleepless ! melancholy star!
WERE MY BOSOM AS FALSE AS THOU
DEEM'ST IT TO BE.
1. Were my bosom as false as thou deem'st it to be, I need not have wander'd from far Galilec; It was but abjuring my creed, to efface The curse which, thou say'st, is the crime of my race.
2. If the bad never triumph, then God is with thee! If the slave only sin, then thou art spotless and free? If the Exile on earth is an Outcast on high, Live on in thy faith; but in mine I will die.
3. I have lost for that faith more than thou canst bestow, As the God who permits thee to prosper doth kouw; In His hand is my heart and my hope and in thine The land and the life which for Him I resign.
HEROD'S LAMENT FOR MARIAMNE.
1. On, Mariamne! now for thee
The heart for which thou bled'st is bleeding; Revenge is lost in agony,
And wild remorse to rage succeeding.
Thou canst not hear my bitter pleading:
Though Heav'n were to my prayer unheeding.
2. And is she dead? and did they dare
Obey my phrenzy's jealous raving? My wrath but doom'd my own despair :
The sword that smote her 's o'er me waving.-
And this dark heart is vainly craving