Only to thee we bow. Our lips have drained the fury of thy cup; And the deep murmurs of our hearts go up To heaven for vengeance now. Avenge--oh, not our years Of pain and wrong; the blood of martyrs shed; The ashes heaped upon the hoary head; The maiden's silent tears; The babe's bread torn away' The harvest blasted by the war-steed's hoof; The red flame wreathing o'er the cottage roof; Judge not for those to-day! Is not thine own dread rod Mocked by the proud, thy holy book disdained, Thy name blasphemed, thy temple's courts profaned? Avenge thyself, O God! Break Pharoah's iron crown; Bind with new chains their nobles and their kings; Wash from thy house the blood of unclean things; And hurl their Dagon down! Come in thine own good time! We will abide: we have not turned from thee; Though in a world of grief our portion be, Of bitter grief, and crime. Be thou our guard and guide! Forth from the spoiler's synagogue we go. That we may worship where the torrents flow, And where the whirlwinds ride. From lonely rocks and caves We will pour forth our sacrifice of prayer.-- On, brethren, to the mountains! Seek we there Safe temples, quiet graves! * * * * * HOPE AND LOVE. One day, through fancy's telescope, Which is my richest treasure, I saw, dear Susan, Love and Hope Set out in search of Pleasure: All mirth and smiles I saw them go; Each was the other's banker; For Hope took up her brother's bow, And Love, his sister's anchor. They rambled on o'er vale and hill, They passed by cot and tower; Through summer's glow and winter's chill, Through sunshine and through shower, But what did those fond playmates care For climate, or for weather? All scenes to them were bright and fair, On which they gazed together. Sometimes they turned aside to bless Some Muse and her wild numbers, Or breathe a dream of holiness On Beauty's quiet slumbers; "Fly on," said Wisdom, with cold sneers: "I teach my friends to doubt you;" "Come back," said Age, with bitter tears, "My heart is cold without you." When Poverty beset their path, And threatened to divide them, They coaxed away the beldame's wrath, Ere she had breath to chide them, By vowing all her rags were silk, And all her bitters, honey, And showing taste for bread and milk, And utter scorn of money. They met stern Danger in their way, Upon a ruin seated; Before him kings had quaked that day, And armies had retreated: But he was robed in such a cloud, As Love and Hope came near him, That though he thundered long and loud, They did not see or hear him.