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86 ODES AND SONGS. |
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When o'er the hills, like a gladsome bride, Morning walks forth in her beauty's pride, And leading a band of laughing hours, Brushes the dew from the nodding flowers, Oh ! cheerily then my voice is heard, Mingling with that of the soaring bird, Who flingeth abroad his matins loud, As he freshens his wing in the cold grey cloud.
But when evening has quitted her sheltering yew,
Drowsily flying, and weaving anew,
Her dusky meshes o'er land and sea,
How gently, oh ! Sleep, fall thy poppies on me!
For I drink water, pure, cold and bright,
And my dreams are of heaven the live long night.
So, hurrah for thee, water, hurrah, hurrah!
Thou art silver and gold, thou art ribbon and star,
Hurrah for bright water! hurrah ! hurrah !
E. Johnson. |
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13 SONG.
BELSHAZZAR IS KING.
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ELSHAZZAR is King, Belshazzar is Lord ; A thousand dark nobles all bend at his board ; Fruits glisten, flowers blossom, meats steam, and a flood Of the vine that man loveth runs redder than blood. Gay dances are there, and a riot of mirth, And the beauty that maddens the passions of earth ; And the crowd all shout, 'till the vast roof rings, All praise to Belshazzar, Belshazzar the King.
Bring forth, cries the monarch, the vessels of gold, Which my father tore down from the temple of old ; Bring forth, and we'll drink, while the trumpet is blown, To gods of bright silver, of gold and of stone : Bring forth—and before him the vessels all shine, And he bows unto Baal and drinks the dank wine : While the trumpet's bray and the cymbals ring, Praise to Belshazzar, Belshazzar the King. |
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