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And the sleep in the dried river-channel and upsoareth the cherubim-cbariot where bulrushes tell
« Saull” cried I, and stopped, That the water was wont to go warbling so And waited the thing that should follow. softly and well.
Then Saul, who hung propped How good is man's life, the mere living ! | By the tent's cross-support in the centre, how fit to employ
was struck by his name. All the heart and the soul and the senses Have ye seen when Spring's arrowy sumforever in joy!
mons goes right to the aim, Hast thou loved the white locks of thy And some mountain, the last to withstand father, whose sword thou didst
her, that held (be alone, guard
While the vale laughed in freedom and When he trusted thee forth with the
flowers) on a broad bust of stone armies, for glorious reward ?
A year's snow bound about for a breastDidst thou see the thin hands of thy mother,
plate, – leaves grasp of the sheet? held up as men sung
Fold on fold all at once it crowds thunderThe low song of the nearly-departed, and
ously down to his feet, hear her faint tongue
And there fronts you, stark, black, but Joining in while it could to the witness,
alive yet, your mountain of old, 110 Let one more attest,
With his rents, the successive bequeathings I have lived, seen God's hand through a
of ages untold — lifetime, and all was for best'? Yea, each harm got in fighting your battles, Then they sung through their tears in
each furrow avd scar strong triumph, not much, but the Of his head thrust 'twixt you and the
tempest — all hail, there they And thy brothers, the help and the contest,
are ! the working whence grew
- Now again to be softened with verdure, Such result as, from seething grape-bundles, again hold the nest the spirit strained true:
Of the dove, tempt the goat and its young And the friends of thy boyhood - that
to the green on his crest boyhood of wonder and bope, 90 For their food in the ardors of summer. One Present promise and wealth of the future long shudder thrilled beyond the eye's scope,
All the tent till the very air tingled, then Till lo, thou art grown to a monarch; a
sank and was stilled people is thine;
At the King's self left standing before me, And all gifts, which the world offers singly, released and aware. on one head combine!
What was gone, what remained ? All to On one head, all the beauty and strength,
traverse 'twixt hope and despair, love and rage (like the throe
Death was past, life not come: so he waited. That, a-work in the rock, helps its labor
Awhile his right hand and lets the gold go)
Held the brow, helped the eyes left too High ambition and deeds which surpass it,
vacant forthwith to remand fame crowning them, — all
To their place what new objects should enBrought to blaze on the head of one crea
ter: 't was Saul as before. ture — King Saul!"
I looked up and dared gaze at those eyes,
nor was hurt any more Than by slow pallid sunsets in autumn, ye
watch from the shore, And lo, with that leap of my spirit, — heart, At their sad level gaze o'er the ocean - a hand, barp and voice,
sun's slow decline Each lifting Saul's name out of sorrow, Over hills which, resolved in stern silence, each bidding rejoice
o'erlap and entwine Saul's fame in the light it was made for — Base with base to knit strength more inas when, dare I say,
tensely: so, arm folded arm The Lord's army, in rapture of service, O'er the chest whose slow heavings snb strains through its array,
Thou hast marked the slow rise of the tree, What spell or what charm,
- how its stem trembled first (For awhile there was trouble within me,) Till it passed the kid's lip, the stag's antler; what next should I urge
then safely outburst To sustain him where song had restored The fan-branches all round; and thou mindhim ? — Song filled to the verge 130
est when these too, in turn, His cup with the wine of this life, pressing Broke a-bloom and the palm-tree seemed all that it yields
perfect: yet more was to learn, Of mere fruitage, the strength and the E'en the good that comes in with the palmbeauty: beyond, on what fields,
fruit. Our dates shall we slight, Glean a vintage more potent and perfect to When their juice brings a cure for all sorbrighten the eye
row? or care for the plight And bring blood to the lip, and commend Of the palm's self whose slow growth prothem the cup they put by ?
duced them? Not so! stem and He saith, “ It is good;" still he drinks not:
branch he lets me praise life,
Shall decay, nor be known in their place, Gives assent, yet would die for his own
while the palm-wine shall stanch part.
Every wound of man's spirit in winter. I pour thee such wine.
Leave the flesh to the fate it was fit for! Then fancies grew rife
the spirit be thine! Which had come long ago on the pasture, By the spirit, when age shall o'ercome thee, when round me the sheep
I thou still shalt enjoy Fed in silence - above, the one eagle | More indeed, than at first when inconscious, wheeled slow as in sleep;
the life of a boy. And I lay in my hollow and mused on the Crush that life, and behold its wine running! world that might lie
Each deed thou hast done 'Neath his ken, though I saw but the strip Dies, revives, goes to work in the world; twixt the hill and the sky: 140
until e'en as the sun And I laughed — “Since my days are or Looking down on the earth, though clouds dained to be passed with my flocks,
spoil him, though tempests efface, Let me people at least, with my fancies, Can find nothing his own deed produced the plains and the rocks,
not, must everywhere trace Dream the life I am never to mix with, and The results of his past summer-prime, -80, image the show
each ray of thy will, Of mankind as they live in those fashions Every flash of thy passion and prowess, long I bardly shali know!
over, shalí thrill Schemes of life, its best rules and right Thy whole people, the countless, with ardor, uses, the courage that gains,
till they too give forth
170 And the prudence that keeps what men A like cheer to their sons, who in turn, fill strive for.” And now these old
the South and the North trains
With the radiance thy deed was the germ Of vague thought came again; I grew
of. Carouse in the past! surer; so, once more the string But the license of age has its limit; thou Of my harp made response to my spirit, as diest at last: thus –
As the lion when age dims his eyeball, the
rose at her height, XIII
So with man - 80 his power and his beauty “Yea, my King,”
forever take flight. I began — "thou dost well in rejecting mere No! Again a long draught of my soulcomforts that spring
wine! Look forth o'er the years! From the mere mortal life held in common Thou hast done now with eyes for the actual; by man and by brute:
begin with the seer's ! In our fesh grows the branch of this life Is Saul dead? In the depth of the vale in our soul it bears fruit.
make bis tomb — bid arise
A gray mountain of marble heaped four- | For I wake in the gray dewy covert, while square, till, built to the skies,
Hebron upheaves Let it mark where the great First King The dawn struggling with night on his slumbers: whose fame would ye
shoulder, and Kidron retrieves know?
180 Slow the damage of yesterday's sunshine. Up above see the rock's naked face, where
the record shall go In great characters cut by the scribe,
I say then,- my song Such was Saul, so he did;
While I sang thus, assuring the monarch, With the sages directing the work, by the and ever more strong populace chid,
Made a proffer of good to console him — he For not half, they ’ll affirm, is comprised
slowly resumed there! Which fault to amend, His old motions and habitudes kingly. The In the grove with his kind grows the cedar,
right hand replumed whereon they shall spend
His black locks to their wonted composure, (See, in tablets 't is level before them) their adjusted the swathes
210 praise, and record
Of his turban, and see - the buge sweat that With the gold of the graver, Saul's story, —
his countenance bathes, the statesman's great word
He wipes off with the robe; and he girds Side by side with the poet's sweet comment.
now his loins as of yore, The river's a-wave
And feels slow for the armlets of price, With smooth paper-reeds grazing each other
with the clasp set before. when prophet-winds rave:
He is Saul, ye remember in glory, - ere So the pen gives unborn generations their
error had bent due and their part
The broad brow from the daily comIn thy being! Then, first of the mighty,
munion; and still, though much thank God that thou art !”.
Be the life and the bearing that front you, XIV
the same, God did choose, And behold while I sang ... but o To receive what a man may waste, dese
Thou who didst grant me that crate, never quite lose.
So sank he along by the tent-prop till, And before it not seldom hast granted thy
stayed by the pile help to essay,
Of his armor and war-cloak and garments, Carry on and complete an adventure,- my
he leaned there awhile, shield and my sword
And sat out my singing, - one arm round In that act where my soul was thy servant,
the tent-prop, to raise thy word was my word,
His bent bead, and the other hung slack Still be with me, who then at the summit
till I touched on the praise of human endeavor
I foresaw from all men in all time, to the And scaling the highest, man's thought
nian patient there; could, gazed hopeless as ever
And thus ended, the harp falling forward. On the new stretch of heaven above me —
Then first I was 'ware till, mighty to save,
That he sat, as I say, with my head just Just one lift of thy band cleared that dis
above his vast knees tance - God's throne from man's Which were thrust out on each side around grave !
me, like oak roots which please Let me tell out my tale to its ending - my To encircle a lamb when it slumbers. I voice to my heart
looked up to know Which can scarce dare believe in what mar- If the best I could do had brought solace: vels last night I took part,
he spoke not, but slow As this morning I gather the fragments, | Lifted up the hand slack at his side, till be alone with my sheep,
laid it with care And still fear lest the terrible glory evanish Soft and grave, but in mild settled will, on like sleep!
my brow: through my hair
The large fingers were pushed, and he As by each new obeisance in spirit, I climb bent back my head, with kind
to his feet. power
Yet with all this abounding experience, All my face back, intent to peruse it, as this deity known, men do a flower.
I shall dare to discover some province, Thus held he me there with his great eyes
some gift of my own. that scrutinized mine —
There's a faculty pleasant to exercise, hard And oh, all my heart how it loved him !
to hood wink, but where was the sign ?
I am fain to keep still in abeyance, (I I yearned — “Could I help thee, my father, laugh as I think) inventing a bliss,
Lest, insisting to claim and parade in it, I would add, to that life of the past, both
wot ye, I worst
260 the future and this;
E'en the Giver in one gift. — Behold, I I would give thee new life altogether, as conld love if I durst! good, ages hence,
But I sink the pretension as fearing a man As this moment, — had love but the war
may o'ertake rant, love's heart to dispense!” God's own speed in the one way of love: I
abstain for love's sake. XVI
- What, my soul ? see thus far and no Then the truth came upon me. No harp
farther ? when doors great and more — no song more ! outbroke —
Nine-and-ninety flew ope at our touch, XVII
should the hundredth appall ? “I have gone the whole round of creation: | In the least things have faitb, yet distrust I saw and I spoke:
in the greatest of all ? 1, a work of God's hand for that purpose, Do I find love so full in my nature, God's received in my brain
ultimate gift, And pronounced on the rest of his hand That I doubt his own love can compete work — returned him again
with it? Here, the parts shift? His creation's approval or censure: I spoke Here, the creature surpass the Creator,as I saw:
the end, what Began ? I report, as a man may of God's work | Would I fain in my impotent yearning do all's love, yet all's law.
all for this man, Now I lay down the judgeship he lent me. And dare doubt he alone shall not help Each faculty tasked
him, who yet alone can ? To perceive him, has gained an abyss, where Would it ever have entered my mind, the a dewdrop was asked.
bare will, much less power, Have I knowledge ? confounded it shrivels | To bestow on this Saul what I sang of, the at Wisdom laid bare.
marvellous dower Have I forethought ? how purblind, how Of the life he was gifted and filled with ? blank, to the Infinite Care !
to make such a soul, Do I task any faculty bighest, to image Such a body, and then such an earth for success ?
insphering the whole ? I but open my eyes, - and perfection, no And doth it not enter my mind (as my more and no less,
warm tears attest) In the kind I imagined, full-fronts me, and These good things being given, to go on, God is seen God
and give one more, the best ? In the star, in the stone, in the flesh, in the | Ay, to save and redeem and restore him, soul and the clod.
maintain at the height And thus looking within and around me, I | This perfection, — encceed with life's dayever renew
spring, death's minute of night? (With that stoop of the soul which in bend Interpose at the difficult minute, snatch ing upraises it too)
Saul the mistake,
280 The submission of man's nothing-perfect Saul the failure, the ruin he seems now, to God's all-complete,
and bid him awake
From the dream, the probation, the pre- | He who did most, shall bear most; the lude, to find bimself set
strongest shall stand the most weak. Clear and safe in new light and new life, | 'Tis the weakness in strength, that I cry a new harmony yet
for! my flesh, that I seek To be run, and continued, and ended — who In the Godhead! I seek and I find it. 0 knows ? — or endure!
Saul, it shall be
310 The man taught enough by life's dream, of A Face like my face that receives thee; a the rest to make sure;
Man like to me, By the pain-throb, triumphantly winning Thou shalt love and be loved by, forever: a intensified bliss,
Hand like this hand And the next world's reward and repose, by Shall throw open the gates of new life to the struggles in this.
thee! See the Christ stand !”
XIX “I believe it! 'Tis thou, God, that givest, I know not too well how I found my way 'tis I who receive:
home in the night. In the first is the last, in thy will is my | There were witnesses, cohorts about me, to ... power to believe.
left and to right, All's one gift: thou canst grant it more Angels, powers, the unuttered, unseen, the over, as prompt to my prayer 290
alive, the aware: As I breathe out this breath, as I open these I repressed, I got through them as hardly, arms to the air.
as strugglingly there, From thy will stream the worlds, life and | As a runner beset by the populace famished nature, thy dread Sabaoth:
for news — I will ? — the mere atoms despise me! Why Life or death. The whole earth was am I not loth
awakened, hell loosed with her To look that, even that in the face too?
crews; Why is it I dare
And the stars of night beat with emotion, Think but lightly of such impuissance?
and tinkled and shot
320 What stops my despair ?
Out in fire the strong pain of pent knowlThis ; - 't is not what man Does which
edge: but I fainted not, exalts him, but what man Would For the Hand still impelled me at once and do !
supported, suppressed See the King -- I would help him but can | All the tumult, and quenched it with quiet, not, the wishes fall through.
and holy behest Could I wrestle to raise him from sorrow, Till the rapture was shut in itself, and the grow poor to enrich,
earth sank to rest. To fill up his life, starve my own out, I Anon at the dawn, all that trouble had would – knowing which,
withered from earth — I know that my service is perfect. Oh Not so much, but I saw it die out in the speak through me now!
day's tender birth; Would I suffer for him that I love? So | In the gathered intensity brought to the wonldst thou – so wilt thon!
gray of the hills; So shall crown thee the topmost, ineffablest, In the shuddering forests' held breath; in uttermost crown —
the sudden wind-thrills; And thy love fill infinitnde wholly, nor leave In the startled wild beasts that bore off, up nor down
each with eye sidling still One spot for the creature to stand in! It is Though averted with wonder and dread; by no breath,
in the birds stiff and chill 330 Turn of eye, wave of hand, that salvation That rose heavily, as I approached them, joins issue with death!
made stupid with awe: As thy Love is discovered almighty, al E'en the serpent that slid away silent, -he mighty be proved
felt the new law, Thy power, that exists with and for it, of The same stared in the white humid faces being Beloved !
upturned by the flowers;