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HEBREW MELODIES.

If there the cherished 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!


II.

It must be so: 'tis not for self
That we so tremble on the brink;[1]
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!


THE WILD GAZELLE.

I.

The 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[2]
May glance in tameless transport by:—


  1. —— breaking link.—[Nathan, 1815, 1829.]
  2. [Compare To Ianthe, stanza iv. lines 1, 2—

    "Oh! let that eye, which, wild as the Gazelle's,
    Now brightly bold or beautifully shy."

    Compare, too, The Giaour, lines 473, 474—

    "Her eye's dark charm 'twere vain to tell,
    But gaze on that of the Gazelle."

    Poetical Works, 1899, ii. 13; et ante, p. 108.]