VI. “ Belshazzar's grave is made,

“ His kingdom pass'd away, “ He in the balance weighed,

“ Is light and worthless clay. “ The shroud, his robe of state, « His canopy,

the stone; “ The Mede is at his gate!

« The Persian on his throne!" SUN OF THE SLEEPLESS!

Sun or THE SLEEPLESS! melancholy star!
Whose tearful beam glows tremulously far,
That show'st the darkness thou canst not dispel,
How like art thou to joy remembered well!
So gleams the past, the light of other days,
Which shines, but warms not with its powerless rays ;
A night-beam Sorrow watcheth to behold,
Distinct, but distant-clear-but, oh how cold !

2

WERE MY BOSOM AS FALSE AS THOU

DEEMÄST IT TO BE.

I.

WERE MY BOSOM AS FALSE AS THOU DEEM'ST IT

TO BE,

I need not have wandered from far Galilee ;
It was but abjuring my creed to efface
The curse which, thou say'st, is the crime of my race.

II.

If the bad never triumph, then God is with thee!
If the slave only sin, thou art spotless and free!
If the Exile on earth is an Outcast on high,
Live on in thy faith, but in mine I will die.

III.

I have lost for that faith more than thou canst bestow, As the God who permits thee to prosper doth know; In his hand is my heart and my hope—and in thine The land and the life which for him I resign.

HEROD'S LAMENT FOR MARIAMNE.

1.

Oh, Mariamne! now for thee

The heart for which thou bled'st is bleeding; Revenge is lost in agony,

And wild remorse to rage succeeding.
Oh, Mariamne! where art thou ?

Thou canst not hear my bitter pleading:
Ah, could'st thou—thou would'st pardon now,

Though heaven were to my prayer unheeding.