A HEBREW MELODY.

On Kison's strand, and Ephratah, The hamlets thick did lie; No wayfarer between he saw, No Asherite passed by! No maiden at her task did ply,

Nor sportive child was seen; The lonely dog barked wearily, Where dwellers once had been.

Oh! beauteous were the palaces On Jordan wont to be;

And still they glimmered to the breeze, Like stars beneath the sea:­

But vultures held their jubilee

Where harp and cymbal rung;

And there, as if in mockery,

The baleful satyr sung.

But, oh! that prophet's visioned eye.

On Carmel that reclined!

It looked not on the times gone by, But those that were behind;

His grey hair streamed upon the wind,-

His hands were raised on high ,­

As mirror'd on his mystic mind Arose futurity.

He saw the feast in Bozrah spread, Prepared in ancient day

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