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« "VV Arriors and Chiefs! should the shaft or the sword
Pierce me in leading the host of the Lord,
Heed not the corse, though a king's, in your path:
Bury your steel in the bosoms of Gath!

Thou who art bearing my buckler and bow,
Should the soldiers of Saul look away from the foe,
Stretch, me that moment in blood at thy feet!
Mine be the doom which they dared not to meet.

Farewell to others, but never we part,
Heir to my royalty, son of my heart!
Bright is the diadem, boundless the sway,
Or kingly the death, which awaits us to-day!

Thou whose spell can raise the dead,

Bid the prophet's form appear.
Samuel, raise thy buried head!

King, behold the phantom seer! »

Earth yawned ; he stood the centre of a cloud:
Light changcil its hue, retiring from his shroud.
Death stood all glassy in his fixed eye;
His hand was withered, and his veins were dry;

His foot, in bony whiteness, glittered there,
Shrunken and sinewless, and ghastly bare:
From lips that moved not, and unbreathing frame,
Like caverned winds, the hollow accents came.
Saul saw, and fell to earth, as falls the oak,
At once, and blasted by the thunder-stroke.


• Why is my sleep disquieted?
a Who is he that calls the dead 2
a Is it thou, Oh King 2 Behold
a Bloodless are these limbs, and cold:
• Such are mine; and such shall be
... Thine, to-morrow, when with me :
* Ere the coming day is done,
• Such shalt thou be, such thy son.
• Fare thee well, but for a day;
• Then we mix our mouldering clay.
• Thou, thy race, lie pale and low,
a Pierced by shafts of many a bow;
a And the falchion by thy side
• To thy heart, thy hand shall guide :
« Crownless, breathless, headless fall,
a Son and sire, the house of Saul' a




W E sate down and wept by the waters
Of Babel, aud thought of the day

When our foe, in the hue of his slaughters,
Made Salem's high places his prey;

And ye, oh her desolate daughters!
Were scattered all weeping away.


While sadly we gazed on the river
Which rolled on in freedom below,

They demanded the song; but, oh never,
That triumph the stranger shall know!

May this right hand be withered for ever,
Ere it string our high harp for the foe!


On the willow that harp is suspended,
Oh Salem ! its sound should be free;

And the hour when thy glories were ended
But left me that token of thee;

And ne'er shall its soft tones be blended
With the voice of the spoiler by me!



The wild Gazelle on Judah's 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.

A step as fleet, an eye more bright,

Hath Judah witnessed there;
And o'er her scenes of lost delight

Inhabitants more fair.
The cedars wave on Lebanon,
But Judah's statelier maids are gone!

More blest each palm that shades those plains.

Than Israel's scattered race;
For, taking root, it there remains

In solitary grace:
It cannot quit its place of birth,
It will not live in other earth.

But we must wander witheringl}-,

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 Salem's throne..




On ! snatched away in beauty's bloom,
On thee shall press no ponderous tomb;
But on thy turf shall roses rear
Their leaves , the earliest of the year;
And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom:


And oft by yon blue gushing stream
Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head,

And feed deep thought with many a dream,
And lingering pause and lightly tread:

Fond wretch! as if her step disturbed the dead!


Away; we know that tears are vain,

That Death nor heeds nor hears distress s

Will this unteach us to complain?
Or make one mourner weep the less?

And thou—who tcll'st me to forget,

Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet.

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