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. SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY. And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, A heart whose love is innocent! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT. Which Music hallow'd while she wept O'er tones 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! 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 And drink from all the living rills 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, It will not live in other earth. But we must wander witheringly, And where our fathers' ashes be, Our temple hath not left a stone, OH! WEEP FOR THOSE. OH! weep for those that wept by Babel's stream, Mourn-where their God hath dwelt the Godless dwell! 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: 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, There cannot be pain in the blow! And of this, oh, my father! be sure- And the last thought that soothes me below. Though the virgins of Salem lament, When this blood of thy giving hath gush'd, OH! SNATCH'D AWAY IN BEAUTY'S BLOOM. On thee shall press no ponderous tomb; Their leaves, the earliest of the year; And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom. And oft by yon blue gushing stream Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head, And feed deep thought with many a dream, Fond wretch! as if her step disturb'd the dead! Away! ye 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 MY SOUL IS DARK. 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, And ached in sleepless silence long; I SAW THEE WEEP. I SAW thee weep-the big bright tear I saw thee smile-the sapphire's blaze As clouds from yonder sun receive Which scarce the shade of coming eve Those smiles unto the moodiest mind Their sunshine leaves a glow behind THY DAYS ARE DONE. THY days are done, thy fame begun; The deeds he did, the fields he won, The freedom he restored! Though thou art fall'n, while we are free The generous blood that flow'd from thee Within our veins its currents be, Thy name, our charging hosts along, Thy fall, the theme of choral song To weep would do thy glory wrong; SONG OF SAUL BEFORE HIS LAST BATTLE. WARRIORS and chiefs! should the shaft or the sword Heed not the corse, though a king's, in your path: Thou who art bearing my buckler and bow, Should the soldiers of Saul look away from the foe, U |