The Wild Gazelle
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
(From Hebrew Melodies - 1815)
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- The wild Gazelle on Judahs hills,
- Exulting yet may bound,
- And drink from all the living rills
- That gush on holy ground
- Its airy step and glorious eye
- May glance in tameless transport by
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- A step as fleet, an eye more bright,
- Hath Judah witnessd there;
- And oer her scenes of lost delight
- Inhabitants more fair,
- The cedars wave on Lebanon,
- But Judahs statelier maids are gone!
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- More blest each palm that shades those plains
- Than Israels scattered race;
- For taking root it there remains
- In solitary grace.
- It cannot quit the place of birth,
- It will not live in other earth.
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- But we must wander witheringly,
- In other lands to die
- And where our fathers ashes be,
- Our own may never lie.
- Our temple hath not left a stone.
- And mockery sits on Salems throne.
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