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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 t
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,
And o'er her scenes of lost delight
The cedars wave on Lebanon,
But Judah's statelier maids are gone!
More blest each palm that shades those plains
Than Israel's scattered race;
In solitary grace:
But we must wander witheringly,
In other lands to die;
Our own may never lie:
OH! WEEP FOR THOSE.
Oh! Weep For Those that wept by Babel's stream,
And where shall Israel lave her bleeding feet f
Tribes of the wandering foot and weary breast,
ON JORDAN'S BANKS.
On Jordan's Banks the Arabs' camels stray,
On Sion's hill the False One's votaries pray,
The Baal-adorer bows on Sinai's steep—
Yet there— even there—Oh God! thy thunders sleep
There—where thy finger scorch'd the tablet stone!
Oh! in the lightning let thy glance appear!