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Said Abner, “At last thou art come! Ere Oh, to be in England

I tell, ere thou speak, Now that April 's there,

Kiss my cheek, wish me well!” Then I And whoever wakes in England

wished it, and did kiss his cheek. Sees, some morning, unaware,

And he: “Since the King, O my friend, for That the lowest boughs and the brush- thy countenance sent, wood sheaf


Neither drunken nor eaten have we; nor Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, until from his tent While the chaffinch sings on the orchard Thou return with the joyful assurance the bough

King liveth yet, In England-now!

Shall our lip with the honey be bright, with

the water be wet. And after April, when May follows,

For out of the black mid-tent's silence, a And the whitethroat builds, and all the space of three days, swallows!

Not a sound hath escaped to thy servants, Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the of prayer nor of praise, hedge

To betoken that Saul and the Spirit have Leans to the field and scatters on the clover ended their strife, Blossoms and dewdrops-at the bent And that, faint in his triumph, the monspray's edge

arch sinks back upon life.








“Yet now my heart leaps, O beloved! Then I tuned my harp,-took off the lilies God's child with his dew

we twine round its chords On thy gracious gold hair, and those lilies Lest they snap 'neath the stress of the noonstill living and blue

tide—those sunbeams like swords! 35 Just broken to twine round thy harp- And I first played the tune all our sheep strings, as if no wild heat

know, as, one after one, Were now raging to torture the desert!” So docile they come to the pen-door till

folding be done. They are white and untorn by the bushes,

for lo, they have fed Then I, as was meet,

Where the long grasses stifle the water Knelt down to the God of my fathers, and

within the stream's bed; rose on my feet,

And now one after one seeks its lodging,

15 And ran o'er the sand burnt to powder. Into eve and the blue far above us, 50

star follows star The tent was unlooped; I pulled up the spear that obstructed, and

blue and so far! under I stooped; Hands and knees on the slippery grasspatch, all withered and gone,

VI That extends to the second enclosure, I - Then the tune, for which quails on the groped my way on

cornland will each leave his mate Till I felt where the foldskirts fly open. To fly after the player; then, what makes Then once more I prayed,

the crickets elate And opened the foldskirts and entered, Till for boldness they fight one another; and was not afraid

and then, what has weight But spoke, “Here is David, thy servant!” To set the quick jerboa a-musing outside And no voice replied.

his sand-house

45 At the first I saw naught but the black- There are none such as he for a wonder, ness; but soon I descried

half bird and half mouse! A something more black than the black- God made all the creatures and gave them ness—the vast, the upright

our love and our fear, Main prop which sustains the pavilion; | To give sign, we and they are his children, and slow into sight

25 one family here. Grew a figure against it, gigantic and

blackest of all. Then a sunbeam, that burst through the

VII tent roof, showed Saul.

Then I played the help-tune of our reapers,

their wine-song, when hand

Grasps at hand, eye lights eye in good IV

friendship, and great hearts expand 50 He stood as erect as that tent-prop, both And grow one in the sense of this world's arms stretched out wide

life.—And then, the last song On the great cross-support in the center, When the dead man is praised on his jourthat goes to each side;

ney—“Bear, bear him along He relaxed not a muscle, but hung there with his few faults shut up like dead as, caught in his pangs

flowerets! Are balm-seeds not here And waiting his change, the king serpent to console us? The land has none left all heavily hangs,

such as he on the bier. Far away from his kind, in the pine, till de- Oh, would we might keep thee, my liverance come

brother!” —And then, the glad chaunt With the spring-time, so agonized Saul, Of the marriage,-first go the young drear and stark, blind and dumb.

maidens, next, she whom we vaunt


As the beauty, the pride of our dwelling. When he trusted thee forth with the -And then, the great march

armies, for glorious reward? 81 Wherein man runs to man to assist him Didst thou see the thin hands of thy and buttress an arch

mother, held up as men sung Naught can break; who shall harm them, The low song of the nearly-departed, and

our friends?—Then, the chorus in- hear her faint tongue toned

Joining in while it could to the witness, As the Levites go up to the altar in glory 'Let one more attest enthroned.

60 I have lived, seen God's hand through a But I stopped here: for here in the dark- lifetime, and all was for best?' 85 ness Saul groaned.

Then they sung through their tears in

strong triumph, not much, but the VIII

rest. And I paused, held my breath in such

And thy brothers, the help and the consilence, and listened apart;

test, the working whence grew And the tent shook, for mighty Saul shud

Such result as, from seething grapedered: and sparkles 'gan dart

bundles, the spirit strained true: From the jewels that woke in his turban, And the friends of thy boyhood—that boy

hood of wonder and hope, at once with a start,

Present promise and wealth of the future All its lordly male-sapphires, and rubies

beyond the eye's scope,

90 courageous at heart.

65 So the head: but the body still moved not,

Till lo, thou art grown to a monarch; a still hung there erect.

people is thine; And I bent once again to my playing, pur

And all gifts, which the world offers singly, sued it unchecked,

on one head combine! As I sang:

On one head, all the beauty and strength,

love and rage (like the throe

That, a-work in the rock, helps its labor “Oh, our manhood's prime vigor! No and lets the gold go), spirit feels waste,

High ambition and deeds which surpass it, Not a muscle is stopped in its playing nor fame crowning them,-all sinew unbraced.

Brought to blaze on the head of one creaOh, the wild joys of living! the leaping ture-King Saul!"

from rock up to rock, The strong rending of boughs from the

fir-tree, the cool silver shock Of the plunge in a pool's living water, the And lo, with that leap of my spirit,-heart, hunt of the bear,

hand, harp and voice, And the sultriness showing the lion is Each lifting Saul's name out of sorrow, couched in his lair.

each bidding rejoice And the meal, the rich dates yellowed over Saul's fame in the light it was made forwith gold dust divine,

as when, dare I say, And the locust-flesh steeped in the pitcher, The Lord's army, in rapture of service, the full draft of wine,


strains through its array, And the sleep in the dried river-channel And upsoareth the cherubim-chariotwhere bulrush tell

“Saul!” cried I, and stopped, That the water was wont to go warbling And waited the thing that should follow. so 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 center, 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 guard her, that held (he alone,






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While the vale laughed in freedom and Glean a vintage more potent and perfect to flowers) on a broad bust of stone

brighten the eye A year's snow bound about for a breast- And bring blood to the lip, and commend plate,-leaves grasp of the sheet?

them the cup they put by? Fold on fold all at once it crowds thunder- He saith, “It is good;" still he drinks not: ously down to his feet,

he lets me praise life, And there fronts you, stark, black, but Gives assent, yet would die for his own part.

alive yet, your mountain of old, With his rents, the successive bequeathings of ages untold

Then fancies grew rife

135 Yea, each harm got in fighting your bat

Which had come long ago on the pasture, tles, each furrow and scar

when round me the sheep Of his head thrust 'twixt you and the

Fed in silence above, the one eagle tempest—all hail, there they are!

wheeled slow as in sleep; -Now again to be softened with verdure,

And I lay in my hollow and mused on the again hold the nest

world that might lie Of the dove, tempt the goat and its young

’Neath his ken, though I saw but the strip to the green on his crest

'twixt the hill and the sky: For their food in the ardors of summer.

And I laughed—“Since my days are orOne long shudder thrilled

dained to be passed with my flocks, 140

115 All the tent till the very air tingled, then

Let me people, at least with my fancies, the sank and was stilled

plains and the rocks, At the King's self left standing before me,

Dream the life I am never to mix with, and released and aware.

image the show What was gone, what remained? All to Of mankind as they live in those fashions traverse 'twixt hope and despair;

I hardly shall know! Death was past, life not come: so he

Schemes of life, its best rules and right waited. . Awhile his right hand

uses, the courage that gains, Held the brow, helped the eyes left too

And the prudence that keeps what men vacant, forthwith to remand

strive for." And now these old trains To their place what new objects should Of vague thought came again; I grew enter: 't was Saul as before.

surer; so once more the string I looked up, and dared gaze at those eyes,

Of my harp made response to my spirit, as nor was hurt any more

thusThan by slow pallid sunsets in autumn, ye

XIII watch from the shore,

Yea, my King," At their sad level gaze o'er the ocean-a I began—"thou dost well in rejecting sun's slow decline

mere comforts that spring Over hills which, resolved in stern silence, From the mere mortal life held in common o'erlap and entwine

125 by man and by brute: Base with base to knit strength more in- In our flesh grows the branch of this life, tensely; so, arm folded arm

in our soul it bears fruit.

150 O'er the chest whose slow heavings subsided. Thou hast marked the slow rise of the tree,

-how its stem trembled first XI

Till it passed the kid's lip, the stag's What spell or what charm,

antler; then safely outburst (For a while there was trouble within me,) The fan-branches all round; and thou what next should I urge

mindest when these too, in turn To sustain him where song had restored Broke a-bloom and the palm-tree seemed him?—Song filled to the verge

perfect: yet more was to learn, His cup with the wine of this life, press- | E'en the good that comes in with the palming all that it yields

130 fruit. Our dates shall we slight, 155 Of mere fruitage, the strength and the When their juice brings a cure for all sorbeauty: beyond, on what fields,

row? or care for the plight

I 20


Of the palm's self whose slow growth For not half, they'll affirm, is comprised

produced them? Not so! stem and there! Which fault to amend, branch

In the grove with his kind grows the cedar, Shall decay, nor be known in their place, whereon they shall spend

while the palm wine shall stanch (See, in tablets 't is level before them) their Every wound of man's spirit in winter. I praise, and record

185 pour thee such wine.

With the gold of the graver, Saul's story, Leave the flesh to the fate it was fit for! —the statesman's great word the spirit be thine!

160 Side by side with the poet's sweet comBy the spirit, when age shall o'ercome thee, ment. The river's a-wave thou still shalt enjoy

With smooth paper-reeds grazing each More indeed, than at first when incon- other when prophet-winds rave: scious, the life of a boy.

So the pen gives unborn generations their Crush that life, and behold its wine run- due and their part

ning! Each deed thou hast done In thy being! Then, first of the mighty, Dies, revives, goes to work in the world; thank God that thou art!”

190 until e'en as the sun Looking down on the earth, though clouds

XIV spoil him, though tempests efface, 165

And behold while I sang ... but O Thou Can find nothing his own deed produced

who didst grant me that day, not, must everywhere trace

And before it not seldom hast granted thy The results of his past summer-prime,

help to essay, so, each ray of thy will,

Carry on, and complete an adventure,Every flash of thy passion and prowess, long

my shield and my sword over, shall thrill

In that act where my soul was thy servant, Thy whole people, the countless, with

thy word was my word, ardor, till they too give forth

Still be with me, who then at the summit A like cheer to their sons; who in turn, fill

of human endeavor

195 the South and the North

And scaling the highest, man's thought With the radiance thy deed was the germ

could, gazed hopeless as ever of. Carouse in the past!

On the new stretch of heaven above meBut the license of age has its limit; thou

till, mighty to save, diest at last:

Just one lift of thy hand cleared that disAs the lion when age dims his eyeball, the

tanceGod's throne from man's rose at her height,

grave! So with man-so his power and his beauty

Let me tell out my tale to its ending--my for ever take flight.

voice to my heart No! Again a long draft of my soul-wine!

Which can scarce dare believe in what marLook forth o'er the years!

175 vels last night I took part, Thou hast done now with eyes for the ac

As this morning I gather the fragments, tual; begin with the seer's!

alone with my sheep, Is Saul dead? In the depth of the vale

And still fear lest the terrible glory evanish make his tomb—bid arise

like sleep! 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?

Slow the damage of yesterday's sunUp above see the rock's naked face, where


205 the record shall go


In great characters cut by the scribe,
Such was Saul, so he did;

I say then,-my song With the sages directing the work, by the While I sang thus, assuring the monarch, populace chid,

and, ever more strong,



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