Song of David. For complete poem see Gilfillan, George. Specimens, with memoirs of the Tess-known British ports. 1760. vol.3. p.154-170. Poem attributed to Christopher art. Stirred in his soul most hideous jealousy. The prophet's words, "God hath rejected thee, And hath thy kingdom to thy neighbor given," Rose like some dismal spectre on his sight. The plaudits of the crowd, "Saul hath thousands But David tens of thousands nobly slain," Inflamed his mind with horrible revenge. He saw the words inscribed on every side, And heard the acclamations loud arise, A regal throne, on which the youth is placed, The shepherd-boy transformed a lordly king! Upon his fair and sunny brow a crown Is set, refulgent with the brightest gems; Thousands in his presence wait obsequious, And tens of thousands cry, exulting, "King David, live for ever!" Starting He sung of Jacob's youngest born,-the child Of his old age,-sold to the Ishmaelite; Suppliant they stood before his face, well known, Unknowing, till Joseph fell upon the neck Of Benjamin, his mother's son, and wept. Unconsciously the warlike shepherd paused; But when he saw, down the yet quivering string, The tear-drop, trembling glide, abāsh'd, he check'd, Indignant at himself, the bursting flood, And, with a sweep impetuous, struck the chords: From side to side his hands transversely glance, Like lightning 'thwart a stormy sea; his voice Arises 'mid the clang, and straightway calms Th' harmonious tempest, to a solemn swell Majestical, triumphant; for he sings He sings; of him who was their leader, call'd By God himself, from keeping Jethro's flock, To be a ruler o'er the chosen race. Kindles the eye of Saul; his arm is poised,― Harmless the javelin quivers in the wall. JAMES GRAHAME (1765-1811). DAVID AND SAUL. WHEN David fled from Saul oppressed. Who should have held the Shepherd dear, He carried Patience in his breast, But, when he fled the holy Place In horror from his rebel Son, 166 FILIAL PIETY OF DAVID—DAVID AND ABIGAIL. He carried Terror and Disgrace; But, as upon his Throne he shook, With present Love and Glory crowned, The one stern word the Prophet spoke At once into his Bosom broke To fright, alarm him, and confound. Thus injured, I my peace retain And feel from Guilt and Terror free; But, should I injure Man again, I should in fear and Dread remain, Tho' cheered with wealth and blest by thee. GEORGE CRABBE (1754-1832). FILIAL PIETY OF DAVID. ADULLAM'S sheltering cavern bent Came forth in sadden'd thought, "Oh. King of Moab!" bowing down With trembling lip he said "Lest, while the adverse torrent's force And wait Jehovah's righteous will Then forth to Moab's pitying prince The cavern dampness on the locks Who honour'd Jesse's name. The youngest and the dearest one And sorrow shook his manly breast That ne'er had quail'd with fear; Low kneeling at his parents' side, Had calm'd each troubled thought; With tearful thanks to Moab's king, Bethlehem's He fed his fleecy flock, "God is my light!. Why should I fear, Though earth be dark with shade? God is the portion of my soul, Why should I be afraid? Unless his arm had been my stay When snares were round me spread, My strength had fainted and gone down To silence and the dead. "Father and mother, dear and true, Though kings against my life conspire, LYDIA HUNTLEY SIGOURNEY DAVID AND ABIGAIL. Now Samuel was dead, beloved priest, And all the Israelites did mourn for him, And gathered them together at his house In Ramah, where they buried Samuel. Then rose the Lord's anointed, Jesse's son, And from Engedi's rocky hold led down His men of war to Paran's wilderness, Eluding jealous Saul, whose rancor sought To compass his destruction. David mused, Heart-burdened by the big solicitude Who joined his exile in Adullam's cave, And chose him captain. These he would reward, But bony famine, stalking from forlorn, Unfruitful wastes, forbade. As in a lake The fleeting clouds are pictured, so the glass Of clear remembrance mirrored back the scenes Of David's varied life. Himself he saw, A shepherd lad among Judea's hills; Then standing with his harp before a king, Or feasting prince-like, at the royal board, Saul's favorite, and dear to Jonathan, To whom his soul was knit; flashed next to view Heroic days, and valiant deeds of arms; He smote Goliath with the fatal stone, And slew Philistia's thousands; then the land Rang with his triumphs, and the women came From Israel's cities, dancing to the sound Of joyous tabrets as they sang his praise, Till Saul was wroth, and David fled the court, To hide in fields and caves. Now Hareth's wild. Now Ziph's bleak mountains fend his gathered host; Now Saul pursues to Maon, where the peal Of trumps that summon havoc to the plain, Made pity ruthless. In that dreadful time, One whose possessions lay in war's red path, Did David's warriors guard; his fields , were saved From ravage, and his flocks were spared. His house, |