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SONG OF SAUL.

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,
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.

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!

VISION OF BELSHAZZAR.

THE King was on his throne,

The Satraps throng'd the hall ;
A thousand bright lamps shone

O’er that high festival.
A thousand cups of gold,

In Judah deem'd divine-
Jehovah's vessels hold

The godless Heathen's wine!

In that same hour and hall,

The fingers of a hand
Came forth against the wall,

And wrote as if on sand :
The fingers of a man ;-

A solitary hand
Along the letters ran,

And traced them like a wand.

The monarch saw, and shook,

And bade no more rejoice ; All bloodless wax'd his look,

And tremulous his voice. - Let the men of lore appear,

The wisest of the earth And expound the words of fear

Which mar our royal mirth.”

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,
He heard the king's command,

He saw that writing's truth.
The lamps around were bright,

The prophecy in view ; He read it on that night,

The morrow proved it true.

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The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.

Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green,
That host with their banners at sunset were seen ;
Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown,
That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown.

For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
And breathed in the face of the foe as he pass'd ;
And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill,
And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!

And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,
But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride;
And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf,
And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.

And there lay the rider distorted and pale,
With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail ;
And the tents were all silent, the banners alone,
The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.

And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail,
And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ;
And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword,
Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord !

ODE TO NAPOLEON BUONAPARTE.

'Tis done—but yesterday a King !

And arm'd with Kings to strive-
And now thou art a nameless thing :

So abject-yet alive !
Is this the man of thousand thrones,
Who strew'd our earth with hostile bones,

And can he thus survive ?-
Since he, miscall’d the Morning Star,
Nor man nor fiend hath fallen so far.

Ill-minded man ! why scourge thy kind

Who bow'd so low the knee?
By gazing on thyself grown blind,

Thou taught'st the rest to see.
With might unquestion'd, -power to save, —
Thine only gift hath been the grave

To those that worshipp'd thee;
Nor till thy fall could mortals guess
Ambition's less than littleness !

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