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SONG OF SAUL BEFORE HIS LAST BATTLE.
Wanarons 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,
Farewell to others, but never we part,
Heir to my royalty, son. of my heart!
Bright is the diadem, boundless the sway,
FAME, wisdom, love, and power were mine,
My goblets blush’d from everyvine,
I sunn’d my heart in beauty’s eyes,
All earth can give, or mortal prize,
I strive to number o’er what days
Remembrance can discover,
WHEN coldness wraps this suifering clay,
It cannot die, it cannot stay,
But leaves its darken’_ d dust behind.
By steps each planet’s heavenly way?
A thing of eyes, that all survey?
Eternal, boundless, undecay’d,
Before Creation peopled earth,
And where the furthest heaven had birth,
And where the future mars or makes,
While sun is quench’d or system breaks,
IV. Above or Love, Hope, Hate, or Fear, It lives all passionless and pure : An age shall fieet like earthly year; Its years as moments shall endure. Away, away, without a wing, O’er all, through all, its thought shall fly, A nameless and eternal thing, Forgetting what it was to die.
VISION OF BELSHAZZAR.
The shroud, his robe of state,
The Mede is at his gate!
SUN OF THE SLEEPLESS!
SUN of the sleepless! melancholy star!
Whose tearful beam glows tremulously far,
That show’ st the darkness thou canst not dispel,
So gleams the past, the light of other days,
Which shines, but warms not with its powerless rays;
Distinct, but distant—clear—but, oh how cold!
VVERE MY BOSOM AS FALSE AS THOU DEEM'ST IT TO BE.
WERE my bosom as false as thou deem’ st it to be,
If the bad never triumph, then God is with thee !
I havellost for that faith more than thou canst bestow,