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OH! WEEP FOR THOSE.
Oh! weep for those that wept by Babel's stream,
And where shall Israel lave her bleeding feet ?
Tubes of the wandering foot and weary breast,
ON JORDAN'S BANKS.
On Jordan's banks the Arabs' camels stray,
There—where thy finger scorched the tablet stone !
Oh! in the lightning let thy glance appear !
I. SINCE our Country, our God-Oh, my Sire ! Demand that thy Daughter expire; Since thy triumph was bought by thy vowStrike the bosom that's bared for thee now!
3. And of this, oh, my Father! be sureThat the blood of thy child is ass pure As the blessing I beg ere it flow, And the last thought that soothes me below.
5. When this blood of thy giving hath gush'd, When the voice that thou lovest is hush'd, Let my memory still be thy pride, And forget not I smiled as I died !
OH! SNATCHI'D AWAY IN BEAUTY'S BLOOM.
1. Oh! snatch'd away in beauty's bloom, On thee shall press no ponderous tomb;
But on thy turf shall roses rear
Their leaves, the earliest of the year;
And oft by yon blue gushing stream
Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head,
And lingering pause and lightly tread;
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.
My soul is dark-Oh! quickly string
The harp I yet can brook to hear ; And let thy gentle fingers fling
Its melting murmurs o'er mine ear. If in this heart a hope be dear,
That sound shall charm it forth again ! If in these eyes there lurk a tear,
'Twill flow, and cease to burn my brain !
But bid the strain be wild and deep,
Nor let thy notes of joy be first : I tell thee, minstrel, I must weep,
Or else this heavy heart will burst; For it hath been by sorrow nurst,
And ached in sleepless silence long; And now 'tis doom'd to know the worst,
And break at once-or yield to song.