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David. [Sings, accompanying himself on
The evil spirit from him take ;
His soul from its sore suffering
Deliver, for thy goodness' sake.
Saul. [Aside.] He for me prays.
0, heal thine own Anointed's hurt;
The balmy sense of fault forgiven.
faults ; amen.
Great God, thou art within this place ;
To all thou givest strength and grace ; And that they buried me accursed and 0, give the king thy grace to see.
served the loss of grace ?
My feeble amen would be blown away
Make joy unto his soul return; -
Saul. [Aside.] So able, yet so humble !
[Aloud.] David, no; That, in its solemn gentleness, falls on me Thou shalt remain and be mine armorLike a superior's blessing. Give me more
bearer. Of this sweet benefit.
What, wouldst thou seek again the idle [After having listened again.
To draw him from his posts of vantage ;
Swift to advance ; how to surprise the foe ;
And how to leaven others with thy courage ; Or swell and fill whom from the harmoHow win from Ammon and the strong
nious lyre, Philistine,
And man may lead them wheresoe'er he And how at last to drink triumphantly,
wills, From goblet of victorious return,
And stare to see the nude demoniac The blood-red wine of war.
Sit clothed and void of frenzy. I'll be Meantime, thy lyric pleasures need not end ;
gone, For the fair maidens of the court affect And take a posy with me from Saul's garden. Music and song. Go now and tell the [Exit; and soon re-enters, bearing a kuge Queen
nosegay, and thereat snuffing. All the advantage thou hast been to me. Shall I fling it in the earth's face, whence
I took it ! How potent is the voice of music ! stronger Albeit I've seen, perhaps, flowers as mean Even than is a king's command. How oft
in heaven. In vain have I adjured this demon hence ! Well, I will think that these are heaven's. O Music, thou art a magician! Strange,
Alack, Most strange, we did not sooner think of This is a poor excuse for asphodel; thee,
And yet it has the true divine aroma. And charm us with thy gentle sorcery.
Here's ladslove, and the flower which even
Cannot unscent, the all-transcending rose. THE FLIGHT OF MALZAH
Here's gilly-flower, and violets dark as eyes Malzah. Music, music hath its sway ; Of Hebrew maidens. There's convolvulus, Music's order I obey :
That sickens ere noon and dies ere evening. I have unwound myself at sound
Here 's monkey's-cap. — Egad ! 't would From off Saul's heart, where coiled I lay. cap a monkey 'T is true, awhile I've lost the game ; To say what I have gathered; for I spread Let fate and me divide the blame.
my arms And now away, away ; but whither, And closed them like two scythes. I have Whither, meantime, shall I go?
crushed many ; Erelong I must returned be hither. I've sadly mangled my lilies. However, There's Jordan, Danube, and the Po,
here And Western rivers huge, I know : Is the august camellia, and here's marigold, There's Ganges, and the Euphrates, And, as I think, i' the bottom two vast sunNilus and the stretching seas :
flowers. There's many a lake and many a glen There are some bluebells, and a pair of foxTo rest me, as in heaven, again ;
gloves With Alps, and the Himalayan range :- (But not of the kind that Samson's foxes And there's the Desert for a change.
wore). Whither shall I go?
That 's mint ; and here is something like a I'll sit i' the sky,
thistle And laugh at mortals and at care ; Wherewith to prick my nose should I grow (Not soaring, as before, too high,
sleepy. And bring upon myself a snare ;)
0, I've not half enumerated them ! But out my motley fancies spin
Here's that and that, and many trifling Like cobwebs on the yellow air;
things, Laugh bright with joy, or dusky grin Which, had I time, and were i' the vein for In changeful mood of seance there.
scandal, The yellow air ! the yellow air !
I could compare to other trifling things, He's great who's happy anywhere.
But shall not. Ah, here's head-hanging
down narcissus, To be the vassals and the slaves of music A true and perfect emblem of myself. Is weakness that afflicts all heaven-born I'll count it my own likeness ; and so leave spirits.
it But touch whom with the murmur of a lute, | For delectation of my radiant mistress,
SCENE. — The Alps. Time, night, with stars.
Enter MALZAH, walking slowly. Malzah. So, so; I feel the signal. It seems to reach me through the air, To Saul it prompts me to repair. I wish ’t would cease ; it doth not please Me now to terminate my leisure. I was alone ; and here to groan At present is my greatest pleasure. I'll come anon; I say begone ; What is the wayward King to me? I say begone ; I 'll come anon. O, thou art strong ; I'll follow thee.
[Exit, and enter the angel Zelehtha. Zelehtha. He flees, he flees, across the
Falling as faintly and as dewlike down
abyss. I'll also sing, since some ascending angel May hear it, and repeat it to my cherub.
[Sings. I said, farewell, And smiled, — for tears yet never fell in
heaven; But thou didst sigh, Farewell,” didst sigh ; " return to me
But why at even
That eastward lead to Canaan's land ;
[Looking upwards. How every star reminds me of my lover ! When we did part, he on me cast his eyes, Bright as those orbs. Yet over them
suffusion Came like the mists o'er evening, as he
charged me Still to him
to return (if so I might Return afresh to him, my home and goal), What time the earth returned day's light
to heaven. So would I now swift soar unto his bosom, But I must not abandon this foul fiend, Until his work is done. Hence do I follow Him through the spaces of the universe, Still tracking him in silence, as I track Him now
across these heaven-piercing
heights, O'er which the quiet, congregated stars Dance, twinkling-footed, and, in gladness,
make Mute immemorial measure, without song. Yet hearken; the immeasurable yawn Methinks awakens, and, by me evoked, This grave of silence gives a ghost of sound. What song is that which wanders hither
Lorn thoughts from thee
thee apart, I soon shall be
Again thy love-mate, whereso'er thou art. Lo, where yon demon, with increasing
speed, Makes his dim way across the nighthung
flood, Due to the Hebrew King, with onward heed, Like to a hound that snuffs the scent of
blood. I'll follow him.
The day was lingering in the pale north
west, And light was hanging o'er my head, Night where a myriad stars were spread ; While down in the east, where the light
was least, Seemed the home of the quiet dead.
And, as I gazed on the field sublime
Of those great spheres that sound the years
For the horologe of time ;Millenniums numberless they told, Millenniums a millionfold
From the ancient hour of prime !
FROM THE DRAMA OF “DE
OHNÁWA SCENE. — Within the fort of Quebec. Soldiers
One sings : Fill, comrades, fill the bowl right well, Trowl round the can with mirth and
glee, Zip-zip, huzza, Noël! Noël ! A health to me, a health to thee
2d Sold. Clean-limbed.
And lithe and lissome. 6th Sold. Like a Provençale in her mum
ming garb On Pope Unreason's day. But where's her
dog ? 7th Sold. I saw one like that one in
Italy ; A statue like her as two peas. They called
her Bronze something, - I forget. They dug
Another round as deep as last,
Down to the bottom peg, pardie !
None better wine none ne'er did see,
And fair Lorraine,
Chorus: May he be shot that shirks the can! Quick, drain the draught out every man !
And polished her, and set her up on end. 1st Sold. Hi! graven image, hast thou
ne'er a tongue ? 2d Sold. How should she speak but as
a magpie chatters, Chat, chat ! pretty Mag!
3d Sold. Leave her alone, now. 4th Sold. Lay hold on her and see if she feels warm.
[OHNÁwa draws a knife. Al. Aha! well done ! encore the scene !
well played ! [ROBERVAL approaches ; she advances to
wards him. Soldiers. [Retiring.) Meat for our master. Rob.
Great Chief! Rob. What then, my wild fawn, has 't
indeed come in, A live pawn for thy people ? Then I hope ’T will be long time ere they make matSo that we still may keep thee hostage
here. But say, do practised warriors, shrewd and
cunning, Send such brig
eyes as thine to armed camp, To glancing catch full note of our weak
Enter OhnówA : Soldiers crowd around her. 1st Soldier. Whom have we here? This
is a shapely wench.
Or of our strength? We hang up spies, Rob. These are the stables where the Ohnāwa.
chargers are. Ohn. I am no spy. No warrior sent
[Horse led out ; Groom gallops. me here.
No wonder in thine eyes even at this sight? Rob. Why didst thou come ?
Canst thou look on this steed, and yet not Ohn. Vidst thou thyself not ask me ?
feel Rob. I did, i' faith ; and now, thou being No sight so beautiful in all the world ? here
Ohn. I have seen herds of these brave Shalt see such wonders as are to be seen.
gallant beasts. They will impress thy untutored savage Rob. [Quickly.] When ? where was mind.
this? Not'st thou those arms upon that slender Ohn.
When that I was a child mast,
A tribe came scouting from the sinking sun, Whose fingers, sudden moving, form new The hatchet buried, on a pilgrimage shapes ?
To take salt water back from out the sea, By that we speak, without the aid of words, As is their custom in their solemn rites. Long leagues away.
They all were mounted, every one, on steeds. Ohn.
This is not new to me. Rob. Indeed ! Our braves, on journeys, speak in silent Ohn. Our brethren, who live six moons signs
nearer night, By leaves, grass, mosses, feathers, twigs And many more in number than the stars, and stones,
With steeds in number many more than So that our people can o'ertake the trail,
they, And tell a message after many moons.
Dwell on the boundless, grassy, huntingRob. I have heard of the woodland sema
Beyond which mountains higher than the 'T is a thing to be learned, — and acted
And on the other side of them the sea. Ohn. Why dost thou raise thy head-gear Rob. Important this, but of it more
to that blanket? Rob. Blanket ! young savage, - 't is the
[They enter the caserne. flag of France,
These are called books. These are the The far most glorious flag of earth and sea, strangest things Tbat, floating over all this continent, Thou yet hast seen. I take one of them Shall yet surmount the red brick towers of down, Spain.
And lo! a learned dead man comes from But, pshaw ! why do I speak. Gunner, fire off a fauconet. Sits in my chair and holds discourse with me.
[Gun. And these are pictures. What, not a wink? Art thou, then, really Ohn.
They are good totem. bronze,
Rob. These, maps. Insensible to wonder ?
Ohn. I, with a stick, upon the sand Ohn.
All is new.
Can trace the like. Rob. Then why not show astonishment ? Rob.
By 'r Lady of St. Roque Young maids,
That shalt thou do! The Pilot missed it When marvels are presented to their view,
there ; Clasp their fore-fingers, or put hand to These savages must know their country ears,
well. Simper, cry “0, how nice !” look down This girl shall be my chief topographer, and giggle,
By her I 'll learn the gold and silver coast And show the perturbation of weak minds. That Cartier could not find. Ohn. I see new marvels that I ne'er Come hither to this window. Music, ho !
[Band plays. But when I once have seen them they are Art thon not pleased with these melodious old.