LAMENTATION FOR SAUL AND JONATHAN.
“Thy glory, Israel, droops its languid head,
On Gilboa’s heights thy rising beauty dies;
In sordid piles there sleep the illustrious dead,
The mighty victor fall’n and vanquished lies.
Yet dumb be Grief; hushed be her clam’rous voice!
Tell not in Gath the tidings of our shame!
Lest proud Philistia in our woes rejoice,
And rude barbarians blast fair Israel’s fame.
The sword of Saul ne’er spent its force in air;