And his twelve mighty sons stood nigh,
In grief—to see their father die!
But, sudden as the thunder-roll,
A new-born spirit fill'd his frame.
His fainting visage flash'd with soul,
His lip was touch'd with living flame;
And burst, with more than prophet fire,
The stream of Judgment, Love, and Ire.
"REUBEN,[6] thou spearhead in my side,