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I SAW THEE WEEP.
1. I saw thee weep--the big bright tear Came o'er that
of blue; And then methought it did appear
A violet dropping dew:
Beside thee ceas'd to shine;
That fill'd that glance of thine.
2. As clouds from yonder sun receive
A deep and mellow die, Which scarce the shade of coming eve
Can banish from the sky,
Their own pure joy impart;
That lightens o'er the heart.
THY DAYS ARE DONE.
1. The days are done, thy fame begun;
Thy country's strains record
The slaughters of his sword !
The freedom he restored!
2. Though thou art fall'n, while we are free
Thuu 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!
Shall be the battle-word!
From virgin voices pour’d!
Thou shalt not be deplord.
SONG OF SAUL BEFORE HIS LAST
1. 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!
2. Thou who art bearing my buckler and bow, Should the soldiers of Saul look away from the foe, Stretch me that moment in blood at thy feet ! Mine be the doom which they dared not to meet.
1. Tuoo whose spell can raise the dead,
Bid the prophet's form appear. “ Samuel, raise thy buried head!
King, behold the phantom seer !"
2. " Why is my sleep disquieted? " Who is he that calls the dead? " Is it thou Oh King? Behold, “ Bloodless are these limbs, and cold: “ Such are mine; and such shall be “ Thine to-morrow, whep with me;
« Ere the coming day is done, « Such shalt thou be, such thy sone “ 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 !"