It told the triumphs of our King, 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, Still bid the bursting spirit soar To sounds that seem as from above, In dreams that day's broad light can not remove. IF THAT HIGH WORLD. IF that high world, which lies beyond The eye the same, except in tears— It must be so: 'tis not for self That we so tremble on the brink; To hold each heart the heart that shares, THE WILD GAZELLE. THE wild gazelle on Judah's hills Its airy step and glorious eye May glance in tameless transport by : A step as fleet, an eye more bright, Inhabitants more fair. The cedars wave on Lebanon, But Judah's statelier maids are gone! 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, But we must wander witheringly, And where our fathers' ashes be, Our temple hath not left a stone, And Mockery sits on Salem's throne. OH! WEEP FOR THOSE. OH! weep for those that wept by Babel's stream, And where shall Israel lave her bleeding feet? The hearts that leap'd before its heavenly voice? ON JORDAN'S BANKS. ON Jordan's banks the Arab's camels stray, Yet there even there-O God! Thy thunders sleep! There where Thy finger scorch'd the tablet stone! Oh! in the lightning let Thy glance appear; Sweep from his shiver'd hand the oppressor's spear; JEPHTHA'S DAUGHTER. SINCE our Country, our God-oh, my sire! And the voice of my mourning is o'er, |