But Thou hast said the blood of goat, WALTER SCOTT. DESTRUCTION OF THE ASSYRIANS. 1 The 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. 2 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. 5 For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breath'd on the face of the foe as he pass'd, And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heav'd, and for ever grew still. 4 And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd 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. 5 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. 6 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 HEBREW MELODY. THE HARP OF JUDAH. 1 Sweet harp of Judah! shall thy sound No more be heard on earthly ground, Nor mortal raise the lay again, That rung through Judah's sainted reign? 2 No-for to higher worlds belong Thy prophet-bards might sweep thy chords, 3 Thy lay, descending from above, Full fraught with justice, truth, and love; 5 Then fell at length his vengeful stroke; 6 Final and unretriev'd her fall; The heathen ploughshare raz'd her wall; 7 Yet, harp of Judah! rung thy strain, 8 Though faintly swell thy notes sublime, 9 Thro' worlds remote-the old-the new; L. E. "WE WEPT WHEN WE REMEMBERED ZION." 1 Oh! weep for those that wept by Babel's 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. 2 And where shall Israel lave her bleeding And where shall Zion's songs again seem And Judah's melody once more rejoice S Tribes of the wand'ring foot and weary How shall ye flee away and be at rest? 1 When Jordan hush'd his waters still, When Bethlehem's shepherds through the Watch'd o'er their flocks by starry light : Wild murm'ring o'er the raptur'd soul. 4 On wheels of light, on wings of flame, High heav'n with songs of triumph rung, 5 0 Zion! lift thy raptur'd eye, 6 See, Mercy from her golden urn Pours a rich stream to them that mourn; The bleeding bosom of despair. 7 He comes, to cheer the trembling heart, Bids Satan and his host depart; E |