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"And thou, by one of those still lakes That in a shining cluster lie,
On which the south wind scarcely breaks
A bower for thee and me hast made
"And thou dost wait and watch to meet
ODE FOR AN AGRICULTURAL CELEBRATION.
FAR back in the ages,
The plough with wreaths was crowned;
Entwined the chaplet round;
Till men of spoil disdained the toil
By which the world was nourished,
Where green their laurels flourished:
The guilt that stains her story;
The proud throne shall crumble,
The pride of those who reign;
The glory earned in deadly fray
Through endless generations, The art that calls her harvests forth, And feeds the expectant nations.
And he delivered them into the hands of the Gibeonites, and they hanged them in the hill before the Lord; and they fell all seven together, and were put to death in the days of the harvest, in the first days, in the beginning of barley-harvest.
And Rizpah, the daughter of Aiah, took sackcloth, and spread it for her upon the rock, from the beginning of harvest until the water dropped upon them out of heaven, and suffered neither the birds of the air to rest upon them by day, nor the beasts of the field by night.
2 SAMUEL, xxi. 10.
HEAR what the desolate Rizpah said,
As on Gibeah's rocks she watched the dead.
And her own fair children, dearer than they :
By a death of shame they all had died,
And were stretched on the bare rock, side by side.
And Rizpah, once the loveliest of all
That bloomed and smiled in the court of Saul,
The low, heart-broken, and wailing strain
"I have made the crags my home, and spread On their desert backs my sackcloth bed; I have eaten the bitter herb of the rocks, And drunk the midnight dew in my locks;
I have wept till I could not weep, and the pain
In the blaze of the sun and the winds of the sky.
"Ye were foully murdered, my hapless sons, By the hands of wicked and cruel ones; Ye fell, in your fresh and blooming prime,
All innocent, for your father's crime.