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SONG OF SAUL.
WARRIORS and chiefs ! should the shaft or the sword
Thou who art bearing my buckler and bow,
Farewell to others, but never we part,
VISION OF BELSHAZZAR.
THE King was on his throne,
The Satraps throng'd the hall ;
O’er that high festival.
In Judah deem'd divine-
The godless Heathen's wine!
In that same hour and hall,
The fingers of a hand
And wrote as if on sand :
A solitary hand
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 saw that writing's truth.
The prophecy in view ; He read it on that night,
The morrow proved it true.
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,
For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,
And there lay the rider distorted and pale,
And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail,
ODE TO NAPOLEON BUONAPARTE.
'Tis done—but yesterday a King !
And arm'd with Kings to strive-
So abject-yet alive !
And can he thus survive ?-
Ill-minded man ! why scourge thy kind
Who bow'd so low the knee?
Thou taught'st the rest to see.
To those that worshipp'd thee;