ON JORDAN'S BANKS. I. ON JORDAN'S BANKS the Arabs' camels stray, On Sion's hill the False One's votaries pray, Yet there even there-Oh God! thy thunders sleep: II. There where thy finger scorch'd the tablet stone! There where thy shadow to thy people shone ! Thyself-none living see and not expire! III. 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! JEPHTHA'S DAUGHTER. I. SINCE our Country, our God-Oh, my Sire! Demand that thy Daughter expire; Since thy triumph was bought by thy vowStrike the bosom that's bared for thee now! II. And the voice of my mourning is o'er, III. And of this, oh, my Father! be sure- As the blessing I beg ere it flow, And the last thought that soothes me below. IV. Though the virgins of Salem lament, V. When this blood of thy giving hath gush'd, When the voice that thou lovest is hush'd, Let my memory still be thy pride, And forget not I smiled as I died! OH! SNATCHED AWAY IN BEAUTY'S BLOOM. I. OH! SNATCHED AWAY IN BEAUTY'S BLOOM, On thee shall press no ponderous tomb; But on thy turf shall roses rear Their leaves, the earliest of the year; And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom: II. 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! |