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SONG OF SAUL BEFORE HIS LAST BATTLE.
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!
Thou who art bearing my buckler and bow,
Farewell to others, but never we part,
Or kingly the death, which awaits us to-day!
"ALL IS VANITY, SAITH THE PREACHER."
FAME, wisdom, love, and power were mine,
My goblets blush'd from every vine,
I strive to number o'er what days
Which all that life or earth displays
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?
Eternal, boundless, undecay'd,
A thought unseen, but seeing all,
Before Creation peopled earth,
Its eye shall roll through chaos back;
Above or Love, Hope, Hate, or Fear,
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 King was on his throne,
In Judah deem'd divine-
The godless Heathen's wine!
In that same hour and hall,
And wrote as if on sand:
The fingers of a man;—
Along the letters ran,
And traced them like a wand.
The monarch saw, and shook,
Chaldea's seers are good,
But here they have no skill; And the unknown letters stood Untold and awful still.
And Babel's men of age
Are wise and deep in lore;
But now they were not sage, They saw-but knew no more.
A captive in the land,
A stranger and a youth,
"Belshazzar's grave is made,
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.
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.
If the bad never triumph, then God is with thee!
I have lost for that faith more than thou canst bestow,
As the God who permits thee to prosper doth know;