30 Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; HELPS TO STUDY Charles Wolfe, a British clergyman, was born at Dublin, December 14, 1791, and died at Cork, February 21, 1823. His poem, "The Burial of Sir John Moore," is the only one of his works now widely read. Historical: Sir John Moore, an English general, was killed (January 16, 1809) in an engagement between the English and the army of Napoleon at Corunna, in Spain. In accordance with an expressed wish, he was buried at night on the battlefield. In St. Paul's Cathedral, London, a monument was erected to his memory, and a stone also marks the spot where he was buried on the ramparts, at Corunna. Note that it was from this port that the Spanish Armada sailed. ABSALOM NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS THE waters slept. Night's silvery veil hung low Their glassy rings beneath it, like the still, The reeds bent down the stream; the willow leaves, Forgot the lifting winds; and the long stems, King David's limbs were weary. He had fled They gathered round him on the fresh green bank, Grew tremulous. But oh! for Absalom- The heart that cherished him-for him he poured, Strong supplication, and forgave him there, The pall was settled. He who slept beneath His hair was yet unshorn, and silken curls. As when, in hours of gentle dalliance, bathing A slow step startled him. He grasped his blade Of David entered, and he gave command, In a low tone, to his few followers, And left him with his dead. The King stood still 75 80 85 90 95 100 "Alas, my noble boy, that thou shouldst die! "Cold is thy brow, my son, and I am chill As to my bosom I have tried to press thee! Like a rich harp-string, yearning to caress thee, "But death is on thee. I shall hear the gush And the dark tresses to the soft winds flung- "And oh! when I am stricken, and my heart, Like a bruised reed, is waiting to be broken, Yearn for thine ear to drink its last deep token! "And now, farewell! "Tis hard to give thee up, With death so like a gentle slumber on thee; And thy dark sin! Oh, I could drink the cup, If from this woe its bitterness had won thee. May God have called thee, like a wanderer, home, My lost boy, Absalom!" He covered up his face, and bowed himself 105 His hands convulsively, as if in prayer; HELPS TO STUDY Nathaniel Parker Willis was born in Maine in 1806. He was a graduate of Yale and was an early contributor to various periodicals, including the "Youths' Companion," which magazine had been founded by his father. The selection here given is regarded as the poet's masterpiece. Historical: Absalom, the son of David, King of Israel, rebelled against his father. David sent his army to put down the rebellion, but said to his captains, "Deal gently for my sake with the young man, even with Absalom." In spite of this entreaty, Absalom was slain by Joab, a captain in David's army. The first forty-one lines relate to events preceding the battle, the remainder to events following the battle. Read 2 Samuel XVIII. "Whose diamonds lit the passage of his blade" |