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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?
Tribes of the wandering foot and weary breast,
ON JORDAN'S BANKS.
ON Jordan's banks the Arabs' camels stray,
Yet there-even there-Oh God! thy thunders sleep :
There where thy finger scorched the tablet stone!
Oh! in the lightning let thy glance appear!
How long thy temple worshipless, Oh God!
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 !
And the voice of my mourning is o'er,
And of this, oh, my Father! be sure-
And the last thought that soothes me below.
Though the virgins of Salem lament,
I have won the great battle for thee,
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! SNATCH'D AWAY IN BEAUTY'S BLOOM.
OH! snatch'd away in beauty's bloom,
Their leaves, the earliest of the year;
And oft by yon blue gushing stream
Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head, And feed deep thought with many a dream, And lingering pause and lightly tread; Fond wretch! as if her step disturb'd the dead!
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
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 brain!
But bid the strain be wild and deep,
Or else this heavy heart will burst;
And ached in sleepless silence long; And now 'tis doom'd to know the worst,
And break at once-or yield to song.