Awake, O sun! that I may view

Thy splendour shed (nor grieve the less) O'er vales of Kedar bathed in dew,

And Chebar's balmy wilderness!

Soon thou wilt smile in beauty bland
Above the Chaldean's sinful land ;—
But, oh when shall dawn the day
Of retribution and of grace?
When shall the shadows pass away
That brood o'er Israel's fallen race?
Thou holy One! has Salem's day
By thee forgotten been for aye?

Sing! sing!-How shall I sing
A song of Zion or of thee!
Or hymn the name of Israel's King
In darkness and captivity?

My tabor has no strain nor string
The songs of Zion's land to sing!
But thee-Jerusalem! when my heart
Ceases to yearn and bleed for thee,
May skill from my right hand depart,
And my reward let bondage be !

There lies engraved thy temple fair,
And NAME that once we worshipped there!

Jehovah in thy strength awake!
Be vengeance on the heathen driven !
Before thee let the mountains quake,
Thy chariot be the winds of heaven!
Come on the clouds, and who shall stand
Against the sway of thy right hand?

Think not of us, so far removed,

And as a garment cast away— Think on our fathers once beloved; Must David's house like grass decay? Return, and set thy people free, And captives yet shall sing to thee!

JACOB AND LABAN.

“ Depart ye,—depart ye,— For shame, ere the morrow! Alone let me weep,

In anguish and sorrow, For her whom so long

I've loved with fond duty;

For all I have lost

Of sweetness and beauty.

"These seven long years

I've served hardly for her;

Yet they seemed but a day,

For the love that I bore her!

The chill hour of midnight

Oft watching has found me,

While the wolf and the lion

Were prowling around me.

Shame on the gift! shame on the giver. Woe, woe, now and for ever!"

"Cheer thee, boy !—cheer thee, boy! Blame not her willingness;

Bound to obey,

And swayed by her lovingness. Striplings may woo,

But age must beware of them;

Laws must be framed,

And strangers must care for them.

"Love's like the young rose ;

Pulled, it will fade and die :

Love's like the diamond;

Hardly won, valued high :

For seven years more,

She will kinder and dearer grow;

Thine shall thy love be,

When thou hast won her so."

"Blest be the boon! blest be the giver Joy, joy, now and for ever!"

THE ROSE OF SHARON.

OH! saw ye the Rose of the East
In the valley of Sharon that grows?

Ye daughters of Judah, how blest

To breathe in the sweets of my Rose ! Come, tell me if yet she's at rest

In her couch, with the lilies inwove? Or if wantons the breeze with her breast? For my heart it is sick for my love.

I charge you, ye virgins unveiled,

That stray 'mong the pomegranate trees, By the roes and the hinds of the field,

That ye wake not my love till she please! "The garden with flowers is in blow, And roses unnumbered are there; Then tell how thy love we shall know, For the daughters of Zion are fair."

A bed of frankincense her cheek,

And wreath of sweet myrrh is her hand; Her eye the bright gem that they seek By the rivers and streams of the land: Her smile from the morning she wins; Her teeth are the lambs on the hill; Her breasts two young roes that are twins, And feed in the valleys at will.

As the cedar that smiles o'er the wood;
As the lily 'mid shrubs of the heath ;
As the tower of Damascus that stood
Overlooking the hamlets beneath :

As the moon that in glory you see

'Mid the stars and the planets above;

Even so among women is she,

And my bosom is ravished with love!

Return with the evening star,

And our couch on Amana shall be ;

From Shinar and Hermon afar

Thou the mountains of leopards shalt see.

O Shulamite! turn to thy rest,

Where the olive o'ershadows the land;

As the roe of the desert make haste,
For the singing of birds is at hand!

MAIDEN OF JESHIMON

DUET.

1st voice.

2d voice.

1st voice.

O LIVES One love-spark in your breast,
Maiden of Jeshimon! pray you tell?
Go ask at her whom you now love best,-
Ask her the way you know full well.
Women are fickle, and all untrue!
Men are ungrateful-so are you!

Vanity!

Lenity!

2d voice.

1st voice.

2d voice.

Both voices.

2d voice.

1st voice.

Levity!

Wormwood and gall!

Suavity!

1st voice.

2d voice.

Once full happy and blithe were we,-
Blithe as bird on the greenwood tree!

Long I loved, and loved you dear,-
Many a day and many a year:

Both voices. Then all nature seemed completer,