Church poetry : or, Christian thoughts in old and modern verse . howers Clothe you with flowers :Saul and his arms, there made a spoil;As if untouched with sacred oil. The bow of noble Jonathan Great battles won :His arrows on the mighty fed, With slaughter never raised his arm in vain ;His sword still glutted with the slain. How lovely ! O, how pleasant! when They lived with men !Than eagles swifter ; stronger far Than lions are :Whom love in life so strongly tied,The stroke of death could not divide. MEMORIALS. 317 Sad Israels daughters, weep for Saul; Lament his fall:Who fed you wi
Church poetry : or, Christian thoughts in old and modern verse . howers Clothe you with flowers :Saul and his arms, there made a spoil;As if untouched with sacred oil. The bow of noble Jonathan Great battles won :His arrows on the mighty fed, With slaughter never raised his arm in vain ;His sword still glutted with the slain. How lovely ! O, how pleasant! when They lived with men !Than eagles swifter ; stronger far Than lions are :Whom love in life so strongly tied,The stroke of death could not divide. MEMORIALS. 317 Sad Israels daughters, weep for Saul; Lament his fall:Who fed you with the earths increase, And crownd with peace :With robes of Tyrian purple deckd,And gems which sparkling light reflect. How are thy worthies by the sword Of war devourd !O, Jonathan, the better part Of my torn heart!The savage rocks have drunk thy blood :My brother ! O, how kind ! how good ! Thy love was great: O never more To man, man bore !No woman, when most passionate, Loved at that are the mighty falln in fight!They and their glory set in night!. e e 3 318 MEMORIALS. WRITTEN IN HIS LIBRARY. Southey. My days among the dead are past; Around me I behold,Whereer these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old :My never-failing friends are they,With whom I converse day by day. With them I take delight in weal, And seek relief in woe ;And while I understand and feel How much to them I owe,My cheeks have often been bedewedWith tears of thoughtful gratitude. My thoughts are with the dead ; with them 1 live in long past years ;Their virtues love, their faults condemn, Partake their hopes and fears ;And from their lessons seek and findInstruction with a humble mind. MEMORIALS. 319 My hopes are with the dead ; anonMy place with them will be, And with them I shall travel onThrough all futurity ; Yet leaving here a name, I trust, That will not perish in the dust. Thoughts in Past Years. Others admire in thee a poets fire,So sweetly temperd to a classic lyre ;Others, how d
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