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HEBREW POEMS 
 
 (WITH VOWEL POINTS) 
 OF 
 
 DR. S. MANDELKERN 
 
 have appeard and are to be had of all booksellers and 
 also from the author himself (Leipzig, Querstr. 9). 
 
 1. vol. (7 sheets, 156 poems) in boards 2, 
 
 2. vol. (772 sheets, 107 poems) in boards 2, 
 
 Elegantly bound each volume separately 3, 
 or both volumes purchased together 5, 
 
 These poems have been most favorably reviewed by the press 
 both for their contents and purity of biblical language. They 
 are also to be recommended to Universities for exercises in 
 reading Hebrew. 
 
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 19 . "jmpirri^ b?,NW ix. 
 
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 35 tsiixb XVIII. 
 
 37 .... TB-b inizfK d^a ^ns? loi^in na^p xix. 
 
 39 trti^w ''TfW'ft 1 !^^ Md^q di^a xx. 
 
 41 "... bna ni^na-'b? xxi. 
 
 41 ^"^55 nbari xxn. 
 
 45 " 1 ?^' n ^ tfi^K "ptli XXIII. 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 Invocation 4 
 
 I. She walks in beauty 6 
 
 II. The harp the monarch minstrel swept 8 
 
 III. If that high world 10 
 
 IV. The wild gazelle 10 
 
 V. Oh! weep for those 12 
 
 VI. On Jordans banks . 14 
 
 VII. Jephtha's daughter 14 
 
 VIII. Oh! snatch'd away in beauty's bloom 16 
 
 IX. My soul is dark 18 
 
 X. I saw thee weep 20 
 
 XL Thy days are done 20 
 
 XII. Song of Saul before his last battle 22 
 
 XIII. Saul 24 
 
 XIV. "All is vanity, saith the Preacher" 26 
 
 XV. When coldness wraps this suffering clay 26 
 
 XVI. Vision of Belshazzar .... 30 
 
 XVII. Sun of the sleepless! 34 
 
 XVIII. Were my bosom as false as thou deem'st :t to be . 34 
 
 XIX. Herod's lament for Mariamne 36 
 
 XX. On the day of the destruction of Jerusalem by Titus . 38 
 
 XXL By the rivers of Babylon we sate down and wept . . 40 
 
 XXII. The destruction of Sennacherib 40 
 
 XXIII. A Spirit pass'd before me 44 
 
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 XXIII. 
 A SPIRIT PASS'D BEFORE ME. 
 
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 SPIRIT pass'd before me: I beheld 
 The face of immortality unveiPd 
 Deep sleep came down on every eye save mine 
 And there it stood, all formless but divine: 
 Along my bones the creeping flesh did quake; 
 And as my damp hair stirTen'd, thus it spake: 
 
 "Is man more just than God? Is man more pure 
 Than he who deems even Seraphs insecure? 
 Creatures of clay vain -dwellers in the dust! 
 The moth survives you, and are ye more just? 
 Things of a day! you wither ere the night, 
 Heedless and blind to Wisdom's wasted light!" 
 
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 Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, 
 That host with their banners at sunset were seen: 
 Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, 
 That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown. 
 
 For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, 
 And breathed in the face of the foe as he pass'dj 
 And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill, 
 And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still ! 
 
 And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, 
 But through it there rolPd not the breath of his pride: 
 And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, 
 And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. 
 
 And there lay the rider distorted and pale, 
 With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail, 
 And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, 
 The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. 
 
 And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, 
 And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal; 
 And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, 
 Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord! 
 
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 BY THE RIVERS OF BABYLON WE SATE 
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 sate down and wept by the waters 
 Of Babel,, and thought of the day 
 When our foe, in the hue of his slaughters, 
 
 Made Salem's high places his prey; 
 And ye, oh her desolate daughters! 
 Were scatter'd all weeping away. 
 
 While sadly we gazed on the river 
 Which roll'd on in freedom below, 
 
 They demanded the song; but, oh never 
 That triumph the stranger shall know! 
 
 May this right hand be withered for ever, 
 Ere it string our high harp for the foe ! 
 
 On the willow that harp is suspended, 
 Oh Salem! its sound should be free; 
 
 And the hour when thy glories were ended 
 But left me that token of thee: 
 
 And ne'er shall its soft tones be blended 
 With the voice of the spoiler by me! 
 
 XXII. 
 THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB. 
 
 ):IE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold^ 
 And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; 
 And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, 
 When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. 
 
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 ON THE DAY OF THE DESTRUCTION OF 
 JERUSALEM BY TITUS. 
 
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 I beheld thee, o Sion! when render'd to Rome: 
 'T was thy last sun went down, and the flames of thy fall 
 Flashed back on the last glance I gave to thy wall. 
 
 I look'd for thy temple, I look'd for my home, 
 
 And forgot for a moment my bondage to come; 
 
 I beheld but the death-fire that fed on thy fane, 
 
 And the fast-fetter'd hands that made vengeance in vain. 
 
 On many an eve, the high spot whence I gazed 
 Had reflected the last beam of day as it blazed; 
 While I stood on the height, and beheld the decline 
 Of the rays from the mountain that shone on thy shrine. 
 
 And now on that mountain I stood on that day, 
 But I mark'd not the twilight beam melting away; 
 Oh! would that the lightning had glared in its stead, 
 And the thunderbolt burst on the conqueror's head! 
 
 But the Gods of the Pagan shall never profane 
 The shrine where Jehovah disdained not to reign; 
 And scattered and scorn'd as thy people may be, 
 Our worship, oh Father! is only for thee.. 
 
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 HEROD'S LAMENT FOR MARIAMNK 
 
 IH, Mariamne! now for thee 
 
 The heart for which thou bled'st is bleeding ; 
 Revenge is lost in agony, 
 
 And wild remorse to rage succeeding. 
 Oh, Mariamne! where art thou? 
 
 Thou canst not hear my bitter pleading: 
 Ah! couldst thou thou wouldst pardon now, 
 Though Heaven were to my prayer unheeding. 
 
 And is she dead? -and did they dare 
 
 Obey my frenzy's jealous raving? 
 My wrath but doom'd my own despair. 
 
 The sword that smote hers o'er me waving. 
 But thou art cold, my murder' d love! 
 
 And this dark heart is vainly craving 
 For her who soars alone above, 
 
 And leaves my soul unworthy saving. 
 
 She's gone, who shared my diadem; 
 
 She sunk, with her my joys entombing; 
 I swept that flower from Judah's stem, 
 
 Whose leaves for me alone were blooming; 
 And mine's the guilt, and mine the hell, 
 
 This bosom's desolation dooming; 
 And I have earn'd those tortures well, 
 
 Which unconsumed are still consuming! 
 
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 XVII. 
 SUN OF THE SLEEPLESS! 
 
 JJUN of the sleepless! melancholy star! 
 
 Whose tearful beam glows tremulously far, 
 That show'st the darkness thou canst not dispel, 
 How like art thou to joy remembered well! 
 So gleams the past, the light of other days, 
 Which shines, but warms not with its powerless rays; 
 A night-beam Sorrow watcheth to behold, 
 Distinct, but distant clear but, oh how cold! 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 WERE MY BOSOM AS FALSE AS THOU DEEM'ST 
 IT TO BE. 
 
 IERE my bosom as false as thou deem'st it to be, 
 
 I need not have wander' d from far Galilee; 
 It was but abjuring my creed to efface 
 The curse which, thou say'st, is the crime of my race. 
 
 If the bad never triumph, then God is with thee! 
 If the slave only sin, thou art spotless and free! 
 If the Exile on earth is an Outcast on high, 
 Live on in thy faith, but in mine I will die. 
 
 I have lost for that faith more than thou canst bestow, 
 As the God who permits thee to prosper doth know; 
 In his hand is my heart and my hope and in thine 
 The land and the life which for him I resign. 
 
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 But here they have no skill; 
 And the unknown letters stood 
 
 Untold and awful still. 
 And Babel's men of age 
 
 Are wise and deep in lore; 
 But now they were not sage, 
 
 They saw but knew no more. 
 
 A captive in the land, 
 
 A stranger and a youth, 
 He heard the king's command, 
 
 He saw that writing's truth. 
 The lamps around were bright, 
 
 The prophecy in view; 
 He read it on that night, 
 
 The morrow proved it true. 
 
 "Belshazzar's grave is made, 
 
 His kingdom passM away, 
 He, in the balance weigh'd, 
 
 Is light and worthless clay. 
 The shroud, his robe of state, 
 
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 XVI. 
 VISION OF BELSHAZZAR. 
 
 King was on his throne, 
 The Satraps throng'd the hall; 
 A thousand bright lamps shone 
 
 O'er that high festival. 
 A thousand cups of gold, 
 
 In Judah deem'd divine 
 Jehovah's vessels hold 
 
 The godless Heathen's wine. 
 
 In that same hour and hall, 
 
 The fingers of a hand 
 Came forth against the wall, 
 
 And wrote as if on sand: 
 The fingers of a man; 
 
 A solitary hand 
 Along the letters ran, 
 
 And traced them like a wand. 
 
 The monarch saw, and shook, 
 
 And bade no more rejoice: 
 All bloodless wax'd his look, 
 
 And tremulous his voice. 
 "Let the men of lore appear, 
 
 The wisest of the earth, 
 And expound the words of fear, 
 
 Which mar our royal mirth." 
 
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 By steps each planet's heavenly way? 
 
 Or fill at once the realms of space, 
 A thing of eyes, that all survey? 
 
 Eternal, boundless, undecay'd, 
 
 A thought unseen, but seeing all, 
 All, all in earth, or skies display'd, 
 
 Shall it survey, shall it recall: 
 Each fainter trace that memory holds 
 
 So darkly of departed years, 
 In one broad glance the soul beholds, 
 
 And all, that was, at once appears. 
 
 Before Creation peopled earth, 
 
 Its eye shall roll through chaos back: 
 And where the furthest heaven had birth, 
 
 The spirit trace its rising track. 
 And where the future mars or makes, 
 
 Its glance dilate o'er all to be, 
 While sun is quench'd or system breaks, 
 
 Fix'd in its own eternity. 
 
 Above or Love, Hope, Hate or Fear, 
 
 It lives all passionless and pure: 
 An age shall fleet like earthly year; 
 
 Its years as moments shall endure. 
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 "ALL IS VANITY, SAITH THE PREACHER." 
 
 wisdom, love, and power were mine, 
 And health and youth possessed me; 
 My goblets blush'd from every vine 
 
 And lovely forms caress'd me; 
 I sunn'd my heart in beauty's eyes, 
 
 And felt my soul grow tender; 
 All earth can give, or mortal prize, 
 Was mine of regal splendour. 
 
 I strive to number o'er what days 
 
 Remembrance can discover, 
 Which all that life or earth displays 
 
 Would lure me to live over. 
 There rose no day, there roll'd no hour 
 
 Of pleasure unembitter'd ; 
 And not a trapping deck'd my power 
 
 That galFd not while it glitter'd. 
 
 The serpent of the field, by art 
 
 And spells, is won from harming; 
 But that which coils around the heart, 
 
 Oh! who hath power of charming? 
 It will not list to wisdom's lore, 
 
 Nor music's voice can lure it; 
 But there it stings for evermore 
 
 The soul that must endure it. 
 
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 WHEN COLDNESS WRAPS THIS 
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 IHEN coldness wraps this suffering clay, 
 
 Ah! whither strays the immortal mind? 
 It cannot die, it cannot stay, 
 
 But leaves its darkened dust behind. 
 
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 SAUL. 
 
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 Bid the prophet's form appear. 
 "Samuel, raise thy buried head! 
 
 King, behold the phantom seer!" 
 Earth yawn'd; he stood the centre of a cloud: 
 Light changed its hue, retiring from his shroud. 
 Death stood all glassy in his fixed eye; 
 His hand was wither' d, and his veins were dry; 
 His foot, in bony whiteness, glitter'd there, 
 Shrunken and sinewless, and ghastly bare; 
 From lips that moved not and unbreathing frame, 
 Like cavern'd 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? 
 Who is he that calls the dead? 
 Is it thou, O King? Behold, 
 Bloodless are these limbs, and cold: 
 Such are mine; and such shall be 
 Thine to-morrow, when with me: 
 Ere the coming day is done, 
 Such shalt thou be, such thy son. 
 Fare thee well, but for a day, 
 Then we mix our mouldering clay. 
 Thou, thy race, lie pale and low, 
 Pierced by shafts of many a bow; 
 And the falchion by thy side 
 To thy heart thy hand shall guide: 
 Crownless, breathless, headless fall, 
 Son and sire, the house of Saul!" 
 
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 Thy name, our charging hosts along, 
 
 Shall be the battle- word! 
 Thy fall, the theme of choral song 
 
 From virgin voices pour'd ! 
 To weep would do thy glory wrong; 
 
 Thou shalt not be deplored. 
 
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 SONG OF SAUL BEFORE HIS LAST BATTLE. 
 
 WARRIORS and chiefs! should the shaft or the sword 
 
 Pierce me in leading the host of the Lord, 
 Heed not the corse, though a king's, in your path: 
 Bury your steel in the bosoms of Gath! 
 
 Thou who art bearing my buckler and bow, 
 Should the soldiers of Saul look away from the foe, 
 Stretch me that moment in blood at thy feet! 
 Mine be the doom which they dared not to meet. 
 
 Farewell to others, but never we part, 
 Heir to my royalty, son of my heart! 
 Bright is the diadem, boundless the sway, 
 Or kingly the death, which awaits us to-day! 
 
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 I SAW THEE WEEP. 
 
 SAW thee weep the big bright tear 
 
 Came o'er that eye of blue; 
 And then methought it did appear 
 
 A violet dropping dew: 
 I saw thee smile the sapphire's blaze 
 
 Beside thee ceased to shine; 
 It could not match the living rays 
 That fill'd that glance of thine. 
 
 As clouds from yonder sun receive 
 
 A deep and mellow dye, 
 Which scarce the shade of coming eve 
 
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 XI. 
 THY DAYS ARE DONE. 
 
 ||HY days are done, thy fame begun; 
 
 Thy country's strains record 
 The triumphs of her chosen Son, 
 
 The slaughters of his sword! 
 The deeds he did, the fields he won, 
 The freedom he restored! 
 
 Though thou art fall'n, while we are free 
 Thou shalt not taste of death! 
 
 The generous blood that flow'd from thee 
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 Within our veins its currents be, 
 Thy spirit on our breath! 
 
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 Away! we 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, 
 
 Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet. 
 
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 MY SOUL IS DARK. 
 
 |Y soul is dark Oh! quickly string 
 
 The harp I yet can brook to hear; 
 And let thy gentle fingers fling 
 
 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, 
 
 J T will flow, and cease to burn my brain. 
 
 But bid the strain be wild and deep, 
 
 Nor let thy notes of joy be first: 
 I tell thee, minstrel, I must weep, 
 
 Or else this heavy heart will burst; 
 For it hath been by sorrow nursed, 
 
 And ached in sleepless silence long; 
 And now 't is doom'd to know the worst, 
 
 And break at once or yield to song. 
 
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 And of this, oh, my Father! be sure 
 That the blood of thy child is as pure 
 As the blessing I beg ere it flow, 
 And the last thought that soothes me below. 
 
 Though the virgins of Salem lament, 
 Be the judge and the hero unbent! 
 I have won the great battle for thee, 
 And my Father and Country are free! 
 
 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! 
 
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 OH! SNATCH'D AWAY IN BEAUTY'S 
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 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: 
 
 And oft by yon blue gushing stream 
 Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head, 
 
 And feed deep thought with many a dream, 
 And lingering pause and lightly tread; 
 Fond wretch ! as if her step disturb'd the dead! 
 
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 Tribes of the wandering foot and weary breast 
 How shall ye flee away and be at rest! 
 The wild-dove hath her nest, the fox his cave, 
 Mankind their country Israel but the grave! 
 
 VI. 
 ON JORDAN'S BANKS. 
 
 |N Jordan's banks the Arab's 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: 
 
 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! 
 
 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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 JEPHTHA'S DAUGHTER. 
 
 IINCE our Country, our God Oh, my Sire! 
 
 Demand that thy Daughter expire; 
 Since thy triumph was bought by thy vow 
 Strike the bosom that's bared for thee now! 
 
 And the voice of my mourning is o'er, 
 And the mountains behold me no more: 
 If the hand that I love lay me low, 
 There cannot be pain in the blow! 
 
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 nnb? n^y ^asa "p^rna SJK 
 
 p2Ei vina-fra 
 jDE pjrr rmsn wj ^n^-bs 
 ;^5?nn rfiyi qtft ^n- 
 
 nbiti iirrip;^ rrio? ,thiE -f^ i^nn 
 -paca ' 
 
 ? liy x'b ^ini 
 tbibx b? 
 ^n? i^Dax 173 ,DM? 
 
 bna rrhro-b? 
 nrn? oarix , Dibn? ti^'n ra 
 3 "p*? i 
 
 aab^i 
 
A step as fleet, an eye more bright, 
 
 Hath Judah witnessed there; 
 And o'er her scenes of lost delight 
 
 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, 
 
 In other lands to die; 
 And where our fathers' ashes be, 
 
 Our own may never lie: 
 Our temple hath not left a stone, 
 And Mockery sits on Salem's throne. 
 
 V. 
 OH! WEEP FOR THOSE. 
 
 i! weep for those that wept by BabeFs stream, 
 Whose shrines are desolate, whose land a dream; 
 
 Weep for the harp of Judah's broken shell; 
 
 Mourn where their God hath dwelt the Godless dwell! 
 
 And where shall Israel lave her bleeding feet? 
 And when shall Sion's songs again seem sweet? 
 And Judah's melody once more rejoice 
 The hearts that leap'd before its heavenly voice? 
 
II 
 
 III. 
 
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 pDD bnn ,T6^n Dbi^ srjKia tpna 
 ; aten 
 
 -b? ins? "nb ^bhn sb 
 n*nn f ttKriri ^'i 
 ; ninjT ni? n? 'rp-m-? psinn 
 
 tj nfe w HSDD? nnn 
 
 ninnbn-b^ oti nnn^n 
 nnsp 
 
 IV. 
 
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 ^brn ninbti^ nibp vrte 
 aft;' 
 
 ^s-? nsnan " 
 oib ^ip^ flh' 
 
 '^n pna? DT nntaaai ^is 
 ' 
 
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 III. 
 
 IF THAT HIGH WORLD. 
 
 |F 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: 't is 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! 
 
 IV. 
 THE WILD GAZELLE. 
 
 wild gazelle on Judah's hills 
 Exulting yet may bound, 
 And drink from all the living rills 
 
 That gush on holy ground; 
 Its airy step and glorious eye 
 May glance in tameless transport by:- 
 
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 II. 
 
 rpte rta-S 
 
 nton 
 
 bnsn ni^r tftp 
 ni>OT-oa nb 
 . . hna nstJts ^ 
 
 v ; 
 
 nb-oa ^n ibip 
 nin 
 
 tosa ^ 
 
 b? t 
 
 htta b^nb 
 ,nn irrnat 
 
 'b ibip TK-^W 
 trx-b? nbsn^i nnn 
 
 b n-in 'b 01^ ni'x-o? , rritibn tibirn 
 
II. 
 
 THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL 
 SWEPT. 
 
 S)HE 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; 
 
 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, 
 
 It wafted glory to our God; 
 It made our gladden'd valleys ring, 
 
 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. 
 
wnasn 
 
 T : - : 
 
 ia 1 ; ^3 "tr^tfis jD^pnisa -nrD 
 
 D?b 
 
 rrinht&n 
 
 . & T "^ rrinsns 
 ,int?n "J5K ^nstt nnb ^I'^b ni; 
 ^ H'JOOT bip "Infe nnti n^rntt,, 
 
 ,nrnir wj:^ n^ ,nb ngb pinto 
 
 - - rnn 
 
SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY. 
 
 [HE 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, 
 
 The smiles that win, the tints that glow, 
 But tell of days in goodness spent, 
 
 A mind at peace with all below, 
 A heart whose love is innocent! 
 
 
ima*a peris 
 
 
 
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Ah, would some angel deign to shew me grace, 
 And lend my pen his own seraphic fire, 
 So that my verse be worthy deemed a place 
 Beside the Bards who struck the Hebrew lyre ! 
 
 Dr. Mandelkern. 
 
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