Above or Love, Hope, Hate, or Fear, O'er all, through all, its thoughts shall fly; Forgetting what it was to die. 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 leaped before its heavenly voice? Tribes of the wandering foot and weary breast, 19 SAUL. THOU whose spell can raise the dead, King, behold the phantom seer! Earth yawned; he stood the centre of a cloud: Light changed its hue, retiring from its shroud. Death stood all glassy in his fixed eye; His hand was withered, and his veins were dry; His foot, in bony whiteness, glittered there, Shrunken and sinewless, and ghastly bare; From lips that moved not and unbreathing frame, Like caverned winds, the hollow accents came. Saul saw, and fell to earth, as falls the oak, At once, and blasted by the thunder-stroke. "Why is my sleep disquieted? And the falchion by thy side ON JORDAN'S BANKS. ON Jordan's banks the Arab's camels stray, Yet there even there-oh God! thy thunders sleep: - There - where thy finger scorched the tablet stone! where thy shadow to thy people shone! There Thy glory shrouded in its garb of fire: Thyself none living see and not expire! Oh! in the lightning let thy glance appear! Sweep from his shivered hand the oppressor's spear: How long by tyrants shall thy land be trod! How long thy temple worshipless, Oh God! 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: 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! MY SOUL IS DARK. My soul is dark-Oh! quickly string Its melting murmurs o'er mine ear. That sound shall charm it forth again; If in these eyes there lurk a tear, 'T will flow, and cease to burn my brain. But bid the strain be wild and deep, Or else this heavy heart will burst; And ached in sleepless silence long; And now 'tis doomed to know the worst, And break at once or yield to song. 19* |