LAYs OF TxzE HEBREWS.

BY I. F. FAULKNER.
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BY I. F. FAULKNER. The dark-hared maids of .Judah's race, Bright as the starry -mantled sky, With naughty mien and witching grace, And stately step, pass by; Those Eden forms, with lustrous eye, Cleaning from lattice and from bower, Might tempt an angels gaze:--ah! why Is beauty like flower! Who like our daughters wake the shell Of Judah to our altar strains! Or fling o'er life it's mystic spell,

 Rich as the sun-touched plains Win from the fount of life, ere wanes Days crimson banner from the sky. Yet cold Destruction's finger stains The charms that fiower-like die! The flowers that gem green Carnel's hill, The roses of sweet Sharon's vale, Luxuriept bloom, and perish--still

 We mourn not when they fail: We mourn that virgin fires grow pale, That lustre drops from loVe's bright eye; Ay, for our dark-haired maids we vail,

 Who iiower-iike droop and die! Pulseless to music's thrilling charms! Gloom be around the brow of day! Homage and glory fill the arms

 Of livid=lpped decay! While weep we Judah's daughters sway, Whose splendid beauty's witching hour Dies-as the moaning of lay,

 That beauty's but flower.