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HEBREW MELODIES.
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II.I strive to number o'er what days Remembrance can discover, Which all that life or earth displays Would lure me to live over.
There rose no day, there roll'd no hour Of pleasure unembittered; And not a trapping deck'd my power That gall'd not while it glittered.
III.The serpent of the field, by art And spells, is won from harming; But that which coils around the heart, Oh! who hath power of charming?
It will not list to wisdom's lore, Nor music's voice can lure it; But there it stings for evermore The soul that must endure it.
