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IF THAT HIGH WORLD.
1. If that high world, which lies beyond
Our own, surviving Love endears;
The eye the same, except in tears
How sweet this very hour to die !
Lost in thy light-Eternity!
2. It must be so: 'tis not for self
That we so tremble on the brink; And striving to o'erleap the gulf,
Yet cling to Being's severing link. 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 !
THE WILD GAZELLE.
Exulting yet may bound,
That gush on holy ground;
2. A step as fleet, an eye more bright,
Hath Judah witness'd there;
Inhabitants more fair.
3. More blest each palm that shades those plains
Than Israel's scatter'd race ;
In solitary grace :
But we must wander witheringly,
In other lands to die;
Our own may never lie:
OH! WEEP FOR THOSE.
1. 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
3. Tribes of the wandering foot and weary breast, How shall
and be at rest! The wild-dove hath her nest, the fox his cave, Mankind their country-Israel but the grave!
ON JORDAN'S BANKS.
1. 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 steepYet there-even there-Oh God! thy thunders sleep :
2. There—where thy finger scorch'd the tablet stone! There-where thy shadow to thy people shone ! Thy glory shrouded in its garb of fire: Thyself—none living see and not expire!
3. Oh! in the lightning let thy glance appear! Sweep from his shiver'd hand the oppressor's spear: How long by tyrants shall thy land be trod! How long thy temple worshipless, Oh God!