No. II.
The Return of David.
By
Mrs. Hartog.
I.
Israel
hath sent her thousands forth To welcome Jesse's son, And myriad voices shout his name, As with the voice of one.
II
And
youths and maidens fragrant flowers Upon his pathway fling, And blessings follow in the track Of Israel's minstrel king.
III.
An
exiled outcast from the land That minstrel went, and now He comes, a sceptre in his hand, A crown upon his brow.
IV.
Where
now is he who drove him forth, An outcast on the earth? A wanderer and an exile From the bright land of his birth?
V.
That
crowned head is lying low, Crushed by the hand of fate; The grave is his dominion now, The earth-worm is his mate.
VI.
And
the brave and princely Jonathan Hath shared his father's fall, And the poor exiled minstrel now Will wear the crown of Saul.
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