SONG OF SAUL BEFORE HIS LAST BATTLE. .I. WARRIORS 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! II. Thou who art bearing my buckler and bow, III. Farewell to others, but never we part, Heir to my royalty, son of my heart! Or kingly the death, which awaits us to-day! "ALL IS VANITY, SAITH THE PREACHER." I. FAME, wisdom, love, and power were mine, My goblets blush'd from every vine, II. I strive to number o'er what days There rose no day, there roll'd no hour Of pleasure unembitter'd; And not a trapping deck'd my power That gall'd not while it glitter'd. III. The serpent of the field, by art WHEN COLDNESS WRAPS THIS SUFFERING CLAY. I. WHEN coldness wraps this suffering clay, It cannot die, it cannot stay, But leaves its darken'd dust behind. By steps each planet's heavenly way? II. Eternal, boundless, undecay'd, A thought unseen, but seeing all, III. Before Creation peopled earth, Its eye shall roll through chaos back; Its glance dilate o'er all to be, IV. Above or Love, Hope, Hate, or Fear, O'er all, through all, its thought shall fly, A nameless and eternal thing, Forgetting what it was to die. VISION OF BELSHAZZAR. I. THE King was on his throne, In Judah deem'd divine— The godless Heathen's wine! II. In that same hour and hall, And wrote as if on sand: The shroud, his robe of state, The Mede is at his gate! The Persian on his throne!" SUN OF THE SLEEPLESS! SUN of the sleepless! melancholy star! Which shines, but warms not with its powerless rays; WERE MY BOSOM AS FALSE AS THOU DEEM'ST IT TO BE. I. WERE my bosom as false as thou deem'st it to be, I need not have wander'd from far Galilee; It was but abjuring my creed to efface The curse which, thou say'st, is the crime of my race. II. If the bad never triumph, then God is with thee! III. I have lost for that faith more than thou canst bestow, |