HEBREW MELODIES. SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY. 1. SHE walks in beauty, like the night 2. One shade the more, one ray the less, 3. And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, A mind at peace with all below, THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT. 1. 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! 2. 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. 1. If that high world, which lies beyond 2. It must be so: 'tis not for self That we so tremble on the brink; And striving to o'erleap the gulf, Yet cling to Being's severing link. Oh! in that future let us think To hold each heart the heart that shares, With them the immortal waters drink, And soul in soul grow deathless theirs! THE WILD GAZELLE. 1. THE wild gazelle on Judah's hills Its airy step and glorious eye May glance in tameless transport by: 2. A step as fleet, an eye more bright, 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. |