I SAW THEE WEEP.

1. I saw thee weep--the big bright tear Came o'er that

eye

of blue; And then methought it did appear

A violet dropping dew:
I saw thee smile—the sapphire's blaze

Beside thee ceas'd to shine;
It could not match the living rays

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,
Those smiles unto the moodiest mind

Their own pure joy impart;
Their sunshine leaves a glow bebind

That lightens o'er the heart.

THY DAYS ARE DONE.

1. The days are done, thy fame begun;

Thy country's strains record
The triumphs of her chosen Son,

The slaughters of his sword !
The deeds he did, the fields the won,

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!

S.
Thy Dame, our charging hosts along,

Shall be the battle-word!
Thy fall, the theme of choral song

From virgin voices pour’d!
To weep would do thy glory wrong;

Thou shalt not be deplord.

SONG OF SAUL BEFORE HIS LAST

BATTLE.

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.

3.
Farewell to others, but never we part,
Heir to my royalty, son of my heart!
Bright is the diadem, boundless the sway,
Or kingly the death, which awaits us to-day!

2

1. Tuoo whose spell can raise the dead,

Bid the prophet's form appear. “ Samuel, raise thy buried head!

King, behold the phantom seer !"
Earth yawn'd; he stood the centre of a cloud:
Light changed its bue, retiring from his shroud.
Death stood all glassy in his fixed eye;
His hand was wither'd, and his veins were dry;
His foot, in bony whiteness, glitter'd there,
Shrunken and sinewless, and ghastly bare:
From lips that moved not, and unbreathing frame,
Like cavern'd winds, the hollow accents came.
Saul and fell to earth, as falls the oak,
At once, and blasted by the thunder-stroke.

saw,

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 !"