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How strange it seems
These Hebrews in their graves, Close by the street of this fair seaport town, Silent beside the never-silent waves, At rest in all this moving up and down
The trees are white with dust, that o'er their sleep Wave the...

Tonight a shimmer of gold lies mantled o'er Smooth lovely Ocean
Through the lustrous gloom A savor steals from linden trees in bloom And gardens ranged at many a palace door
Proud walls rise here, and, where the moonbeams pour Their pale...