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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!

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!

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HE wild gazelle on Judah's hills
Exulting yet may bound,

nd drink from all the living rills
That gush on holy ground;

s airy step and glorious eye

Hay glance in tameless transport by :

step as fleet, an eye more bright,

Hath Judah witness'd there;

nd o'er her scenes of lost delight

Inhabitants more fair.

The cedars wave on Lebanon,

ut Judah's statelier maids are gone!

Tore blest each palm that shades those plains

Than Israel's scatter'd race;

or, taking root, it there remains In solitary grace:

cannot quit its place of birth, will not live in other earth.

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weep for those that wept by Babel's stream, ose shrines are desolate, whose land a dream; ep for the harp of Judah's broken shell; arn-where their God hath dwelt the Godless dwell!

I where shall Israel lave her bleeding feet?
I when shall Zion's songs again seem sweet?
I Judah's melody once more rejoice
hearts that leap'd before its heavenly voice?

Des of the wandering foot and weary breast, w shall ye flee away and be at rest!

wild-dove hath her nest, the fox his cave, nkind 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 steep-

Yet 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!

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