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The subsequent Poems were written at the request of my friend, the Hon. Dr. 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.
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that 's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes ; Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face ; Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A heart whose love is innocent !
THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
The harp the monarch minstrel swept,
The king of men, the loved of Heaven,
O'er tones her heart of hearts had given.
It soften'd men of iron mould,
It gave them virtues not their own;
That felt not, fired not to the tone,
It told the triumphs of our king,
It wafted glory to our God;
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
To sounds that seem as from above,
IF THAT HIGH WORLD.
If that high world, which lies beyond
Our own, surviving love endears ; If there the cherish'd heart be fond,
The eye the same, except in tears How welcome those untrodden spheres !
How sweet this very hour to die! To soar from earth, and find all fears
Lost in thy light-Eternity!
It must be so : 't is 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.
The wild gazelle on Judah's hills
Exulting yet may bound,
That gush on holy ground;
A step as fleet, an eye more bright,
Hath Judah witness'd there;
Inhabitants more fair.
More blest each palm that shades those plains
Than Israel's scatter'd race;
In solitary grace :
But we must wander witheringly,
In other lands to die;
Our own may never lie:
OH! WEEP FOR THOSE.
weep for those that wept hy Babel's stream, Whose shrines are desolate, whose land a dream : Weep for the harp of Judah's broken shell ; Mourn—where their God hath dwelt the godless dwell!
And where shall Israel lave her bleeding feet?
and be at rest!
ON JORDAN'S BANKS.
On Jordan's banks the Arab's camels stray,
There—where thy finger scorch'd the tablet stone !
Oh! in the lightning let thy glance appear!
SINCE our country, our God—Oh, my sire !
And the voice of my mourning is o'er,
And of this, oh, my father! be sure-
Though the virgins of Salem lament,
my father and country are free!
When this blood of thy giving hath gush'd,
my memory still be thy pride, And forget not I smiled as I died !