Weep not for Her. WEEP not for her! Her span was like the sky, Whose thousand stars shine beautiful and bright, Like flowers that know not what it is to die, Like long link'd shadeless months of polar light, Like music floating o'er a waveless lake, Weep not for her! She died in early youth, And earth still gleam'd with beauty's radiant dews. Weep not for her! By fleet or slow decay Her prospects wither, and her hopes grow dark. She pass'd, as 'twere on smiles, from earth to heaven: Weep not for her! WEEP NOT FOR HER. Weep not for her! It was not hers to feel The miseries that corrode amassing years, Weep not for her! She is an angel now, The vista'd joys of heaven's eternal years: Weep not for her! Her memory is the shrine Of pleasant thoughts, soft as the scent of flowers, Calm as on windless eve the sun's decline, Sweet as the song of birds among the bowers, Rich as a rainbow with its hues of light, Pure as the moonshine of an autumn night: Weep not for her! There is no cause of wo, And from earth's low defilements keep thee back. D. M. MOIR, SONG OF THE JEWS. Like us in utter helplessness, On the margin of the flood With lifted rod the Prophet stood; And the summon'd east wind blew, And aside it sternly threw The gather'd waves, that took their stand, Like crystal rocks, on either hand, Or walls of sea-green marble piled Then the light of morning lay Then with bow and banner glaneing, On exulting Egypt came, With her chosen horsemen prancing And her ears on wheels of flame, In a rich and boastful ring, All around her furious king. |