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There--where thy finger scorched 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!
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Oh! in the lightning let thy glance appear; Sweep from his s.h.i.+vered hand the oppressor's spear!
How long by tyrants shall thy land be trod?
How long thy temple wors.h.i.+pless, Oh G.o.d?
JEPHTHA'S DAUGHTER.[291]
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Since our Country, our G.o.d--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!
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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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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.
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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!
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When this blood of thy giving hath gushed, When the voice that thou lovest is hushed, Let my memory still be thy pride, And forget not I smiled as I died!
OH! s.n.a.t.c.hED AWAY IN BEAUTY'S BLOOM.[292]
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Oh! s.n.a.t.c.hed 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:[li]
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And oft by yon blue gus.h.i.+ng stream Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head,[lj]
And feed deep thought with many a dream, And lingering pause and lightly tread; Fond wretch! as if her step disturbed the dead!
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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,[lk]
Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet.[ll][293]
[Published in the _Examiner_, April 23, 1815.]
MY SOUL IS DARK.
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My soul is dark--Oh! quickly string[294]
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, 'Twill flow, and cease to burn my brain.
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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 'tis doomed to know the worst, And break at once--or yield to song.[295]
I SAW THEE WEEP.
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I saw thee weep--the big bright tear Came o'er that eye of blue;[296]
And then methought it did appear A violet dropping dew: I saw thee smile--the sapphire's blaze Beside thee ceased to s.h.i.+ne; It could not match the living rays That filled that glance of thine.
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As clouds from yonder sun receive A deep and mellow dye, Which scarce the shade of coming eve Can banish from the sky, Those smiles unto the moodiest mind Their own pure joy impart; Their suns.h.i.+ne leaves a glow behind That lightens o'er the heart.
THY DAYS ARE DONE.
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Thy 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!
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Though thou art fall'n, while we are free Thou shall not taste of death!
The generous blood that flowed from thee Disdained to sink beneath: Within our veins its currents be, Thy spirit on our breath!
