Aaron’s self joins in the mazy
Circling dance with motions crazy;
His concerns not looking after,
Skips he, in his high-priest’s coat,
Like a goat—
Kettle drums and ringing laughter!
KING DAVID.
Despots smiling yield their breath,
Knowing after their own death
That their slaves but change their master,
And, if anything, work faster.
Ah, poor race! like horse and bull
They the waggons still must pull,
And their backs will soon be broken
If they heed not what is spoken.
David said to Solomon
On his deathbed: “List, my son!
“My most dreaded foe of course is
“Joab, general of my forces.
“This brave general many a year
“I have view’d with hate and fear;
“But, however I detest him,
“I ne’er ventured to arrest him.
“Thou, my son, of sterner stuff,
“Fearing God, art strong enough;
“’Tis for thee an easy matter
“That said Joab’s brains to scatter.”
KING RICHARD.
Through the silent glades of the forest there springs
An eager horseman proudly;
He blows his horn, he laughs, and he sings
Exultingly and loudly.
His armour is made of the brass most strong,
But stronger still is his bosom;
’Tis Cœur de Lion that’s riding along,
That Christian chivalry’s blossom.