Benevolence, of heaven born, Bade high an angel-banner wave,— Said to the mourner, "Cease to mourn; I come-I come to save!" And then arose a noble band, O God, the willing-hearted bless, Who, moved by mercy, took their stand, To turn aside distress! Unto the valley rent and torn, That wept in weariness and pain, Benevolence hath blessing borne ;The valley smiles again. 66 THE YOUNG UNKNOWN. "ABNER, who may this bold one be, Hath done his deed so well?" "As thy soul liveth," answer'd he, 'O king, I cannot tell.” 46 But ask thou who the stripling is, 66 A stranger is he then to thee, Hast thou forgot the harper's name, And how, when he with music came, Thy evil spirit fled ? And sayst thou," Abner, who is he?" Unto his venerable sire, Didst thou not send and say, Let David and his life-toned lyre Then wherefore left the youth thy home, And now thou sayst "Whose son is this?" That thy chief captain's answer is, "O king, I cannot tell." POEMS, TALES, AND SONGS. Hast thou forgotten him in truth? "Whose son, O Abner, is this youth," Dost seriously enquire? Will he not, now remember'd be ? And favour'd like the great, Behold the star of victory Shed fortune on his fate? Saw not the king the giant proud— Heard not the king the word of pride— That Israel impiously defied, Felt not the king the cold of fear, And has he now, who kept the fold, The gallant shepherd boy, Destroyed the boastful hero bold, Who meant but to destroy? 121 King!-is thy vision then so dim,— Can it now truly be, That thou dost not remember him, 'Abner," thou sayst, "whose son is this?" O it is far from well; Not well that Abner's answer is, "O king, I cannot tell." But not far distant now the day, THE SUMMER RAIN. WHEN the rain in torrents gushing, Surely no! The streets are cleaner; For the summer rain. Do the clouds in dizzy dashes, And the solemn thunder strain? O, in rainy days of trial, When our wishes meet denial, Must we hang the harp and viol On the willow, and complain? Are not sorrows, intervening, Though we bear their burden, leaning,— Much more blessed in their meaning Than the summer rain? A SEASIDE SONG. AWAY, away,-by road or rail,- O, light of mighty ocean-hail! The years that changed the cheerful pile Of rock, to ruin hoary, Have left unchanged thy cheerful smile— Undimm'd thy youth of glory! |