The cedars wave on Lebanon, But Judah's statelier maids are gone! III. 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, IV. But we must wander witheringly, And where our fathers' ashes be, Our temple hath not left a stone, OH! WEEP FOR THOSE. I. OH! weep for those that wept by 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! II. And where shall Israel lave her bleeding feet? And when shall Zion's songs again seem sweet? And Judah's melody once more rejoice The hearts that leap'd before its heavenly voice? III. Tribes of the wandering foot and weary breast, The wild-dove hath her nest, the fox his cave, ON JORDAN'S BANKS. ON Jordan's banks the Arab's camels stray, Yet there—even there-Oh God! thy thunders sleep: II. There where thy finger scorch'd the tablet stone! III. Oh! in the lightning let thy glance appear; How long thy temple worshipless, Oh God! JEPHTHA'S DAUGHTER. (1) I. SINCE Our Country, our God—Oh, my Sire! Since thy triumph was bought by thy vow — And the voice of my mourning is o'er, III. And of this, oh, my Father! be sure And the last thought that soothes me below. (1) [Jephtha, a bastard son of Gilead, having been wrongfully expelled from his father's house, had taken refuge in a wild country, and become a noted captain of freebooters. His kindred, groaning under foreign oppression, began to look to their valiant, though lawless compatriot, whose profession, according to their usage, was no more dishonourable than that of a pirate in the elder days of Greece. They sent for him, and made him head of their city. Before he went forth against the Ammonites, he made the memorable vow, that, if he returned victorious, he would sacrifice as a burnt-offering whatever first met him on his entrance into his native city. He gained a splendid victory. At the news of it, his only daughter came dancing forth, in the gladness of her heart, and with jocund instruments of music, to salute the deliverer of his people. The miserable father rent his clothes in agony; but the noble-spirited maiden would not hear of the disregard of the vow: she only demanded a short period to bewail upon the mountains, like the Antigone of Sophocles, her dying without hope of becoming a bride or mother, and then submitted to her fate.MILLMAN.] IV. Though the virgins of Salem lament, V. When this blood of thy giving hath gush'd, OH! SNATCH'D AWAY IN BEAUTY'S BLOOM. I. OH! snatch'd away in beauty's bloom, Their leaves, the earliest of the year; II. And oft by yon blue gushing stream Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head, And lingering pause and lightly tread; Fond wretch! as if her step disturb'd the dead! III. Away! we know that tears are vain, That death nor heeds nor hears distress: Will this unteach us to complain? Or make one mourner weep the less? And thou-who tell'st me to forget, Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet. MY SOUL IS DARK. I. My soul is dark-Oh! quickly string Its melting murmurs o'er mine ear. That sound shall charm it forth again: If in these eyes there lurk a tear, "Twill flow, and cease to burn my II. But bid the strain be wild and deep, brain. Or else this heavy heart will burst; For it hath been by sorrow nursed, And ached in sleepless silence long; And now 'tis doom'd to know the worst, And break at once -or yield to song. |