When a man hath no freedom to figh
Let him combat for that of his nei
Let him think of the glories of G
And get knock’d on the head for hi
To do good to mankind is the chiva

On Jordan’s banks the Arab’s came
On Sion’s hill the False One’s v
The Baal-adorer bows on Sinai’s s
Yet there– even there– Oh God! th
There - where thy finger scorch’d

There be none of Beauty’s daughte
With a magic like Thee;
And like music on the waters
Is thy sweet voice to me:
When, as if its sound were causing

When the moon is on the wave,
And the glow-worm in the grass,
And the meteor on the grave,
And the wisp on the morass;
When the falling stars are shootin

His father’s sense, his mother’s g
In him I hope, will always fit so
With—still to keep him in good cas
The health and appetite of Rizzo.

The Devil return’d to hell by two
And he stay’d at home till five;
When he dined on some homicides do
And a rebel or so in an Irish ste
And sausages made of a self-slain

If that high world, which lies bey
Our own, surviving Love endears;
If there the cherish’d heart be fo
The eye the same, except in tears
How welcome those untrodden sphere

’TIS time this heart should be un
Since others it hath ceased to mov
Yet, though I cannot be beloved,
Still let me love!
My days are in the yellow leaf;

There is a pleasure in the pathles
There is a rapture on the lonely s
There is society, where none intru
By the deep sea, and music in its
I love not man the less, but Natu

The wild gazelle on Judah’s hills
Exulting yet may bound,
And drink from all the living rill
That gush on holy ground:
Its airy step and glorious eye