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I SAW THEE WEEP.
I SAW thee weep-the big bright tear
And then methought it did appear
I saw thee smile-the sapphire's blaze
It could not match the living rays
As clouds from yonder sun receive
Which scarce the shade of coming eve
Can banish from the sky,
Those smiles unto the moodiest mind
Their own pure joy impart;
Their sunshine leaves a glow behind
THY DAYS ARE DONE.
THY days are done, thy fame begun;
The deeds he did, the fields the won,
The freedom he restored!
Though thou art fall'n, while we are free.
Thou shalt not taste of death!
The generous blood that flow'd from thee
Disdain'd to sink beneath:
Within our veins its currents be,
Thy spirit on our breath!
Thy name, our charging hosts along,
Shall be the battle-word!
Thy fall, the theme of choral song
To weep would do thy glory wrong;
SONG OF SAUL BEFORE HIS LAST
WARRIORS and Chiefs! should the shaft or the sword
Thou who art bearing my buckler and bow,
Farewell to others, but never we part,
THOU whose spell can raise the dead,
"Samuel, raise thy buried head!
King, behold the phantom seer!"
His hand was wither'd, and his veins were dry;
From lips that moved not, and unbreathing frame,
"Why is my sleep disquieted?
"Who is he that calls the dead?
"Ere the coming day is done, "Such shalt thou be, such thy son. «Fare thee well, but for a day; " Then we mix our mouldering clay. "Thou, thy race, lie pale and low, "Pierced by shafts of many a bow; "And the falchion by thy side "To thy heart, thy hand shall guide: "Crownless, breathless, headless fall, “Son and sire, the house of Saul !"