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The subsequent poems were written at the request of my friend, the Hon. D. 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.
SHE walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair’d the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face ; Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
But tell of days in goodness spent
A heart whose love is innocent!
THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL
The harp the monarch minstrel swept,
The King of men, the loved of Heaven, Which Music hallow'd while she wept
O'er tones her heart of hearts had given,
Redoubled be her tears, its chords are riven! It soften'd men of iron mould,
It gave them virtues not their own;
That felt not, fired not to the tone,
It told the triumphs of our King,
It wafted glory to our God;
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
To sounds that seem as from above,
IF THAT HIGH WORLD.
1. If that high world, which lies beyond
Our own, surviving Love endears; If there the cherish'd heart be fond,
The eye the same, except in tears— How welcome those untrodden spheres !
How sweet this very hour to die ! To soar from earth and find all fears Lost in thy light-Eternity!
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,
The wild gazelle on Judah's hills
Exulting yet may bound,
That gush on holy ground;
A step as fleet, an eye more bright,
Hath Judah witness'd there;
Inhabitants more fair,