Who walks in his robes from Jerusalem's halls? There is pride in his step-there is hate in his eye ; fair; A few years shall pass thee,-and who shall be there? Mount Gerizim looks on the valleys that spread eyes.* How sweet are the streams: but how purer the foun tain, That gushes and wells from Samaria's mountain! From Galilee's city the Cuthite comes out, And by Jordan-wash'd Thirza, with purpose devout, * D'Anville, by the way, says the fish from which the famous purple die was obtained were shell-fish: but this is doubted. To pay at the altar of Gerizim's shrine, He sees the poor Hebrew: he stops on the way. THE NOSEGAY. I'LL pull a bunch of buds and flowers, If you'll but think, in your lonely hours, Of the sweet little girl that bound them. I'll cull the earliest that put forth, And the bud, that boasts the fairest birth, I've run about the garden walks, And search'd among the dew, sir ;These fragrant flowers, these tender stalks, I've pluck'd them all for you, sir. So here's your bunch of buds and flowers, TO A STRING TIED ROUND A FINGER. Et hæc olim meminisse juvabit. THE bell that strikes the warning hour, A sweet good-night I give, and then Far from my thoughts I need must fling her, Who bless'd that lovely evening, when She tied the string around my finger. Lovely and virtuous, kind and fair, A sweet-toned belle, Oh! who shall ring her! Of her let bellmen all beware, Who tie such strings around their finger. What shall I do?-I'll sit me down, And, in my leisure hours, I'll sing her Who gave me neither smile nor frown, But tied a thread around my finger. Now may the quiet star-lit hours Their gentlest dews and perfumes bring her ; And morning show its sweetest flowers To her whose string is round my finger. And never more may I forget The spot where I so long did linger;— But watch another chance, and get Another string around my finger. |