Had been an act of purer fame Through the long twilight of all time, XVIII But thou forsooth must be a king, XIX Where may the wearied eye repose Nor despicable state? Yes-one the first-the last-the best- Whom envy dared not hate, Bequeath'd the name of Washington, To make man blush there was but one! 150 160 170 STANZAS FOR MUSIC I SPEAK not, I trace not, I breathe not thy name, There is grief in the sound, there is guilt in the fame : But the tear which now burns on my cheek may impart The deep thoughts that dwell in that silence of heart. Too brief for our passion, too long for our peace, Were those hours--can their joy or their bitterness cease? We repent, we abjure, we will break from our chain,— We will part, we will fly to-unite it again! --- ΙΟ Oh! thine be the gladness, and mine be the guilt! And our days seem as swift, and our moments more sweet, With thee by my side, than with worlds at our feet. TO BELSHAZZAR BELSHAZZAR! from the banquet turn, May, 1814. Crown'd and anointed from on high; Where thou hast tarnish'd every gem :- Oh! early in the balance weigh'd, 20 ΙΟ 20 HEBREW MELODIES ADVERTISEMENT The subsequent poems were written at the request of my friend, the Hon. Douglas Kinnaird, for a Selection of Hebrew Melodies, and have been published, with the music, arranged by Mr. Braham and Mr. Nathan. January, 1815. SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY I SHE walks in beauty, like the night II One shade the more, one ray the less, Or softly lightens o'er her face; III And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent! ΤΟ THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT I THE harp the monarch minstrel swept, O'er tonés her heart of hearts had given, It soften'd men of iron mould, It gave them virtues not their own; No ear so dull, no soul so cold, That felt not, fired not to the tone, Till David's lyre grew mightier than his throne ! II It told the triumphs of our King, It wafted glory to our God; It made our gladden'd valleys ring, 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 I IF that high world, which lies beyond II It must be so: 'tis not for self That we so tremble on the brink; Yet cling to Being's severing link. ΤΟ Oh! in that future let us think To hold each heart the heart that shares; THE WILD GAZELLE I THE wild gazelle on Judah's hills II A step as fleet, an eye more bright, Hath Judah witness'd there; And o'er her scenes of lost delight Inhabitants more fair. The cedars wave on Lebanon, But Judah's statelier maids are gone! III More blest each palm that shades those plains For, taking root, it there remains In solitary grace: It cannot quit its place of birth, It will not live in other earth. ΙΟ IV But we must wander witheringly, Our temple hath not left a stone, 20 |