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"And thou dost wait and watch to meet
ODE FOR AN AGRICULTURAL CELE
FAR back in the ages,
The plough with wreaths was crowned; The hands of kings and sages
Entwined the chaplet round;
Till men of spoil disdained the toil
By which the world was nourished, And dews of blood enriched the soil
Where green their laurels flourished: -Now the world her fault repairs
The guilt that stains her story; And weeps her crimes amid the cares That formed her earliest glory.
The proud throne shall crumble,
The tribes of earth shall humble
Shall fade, decay, and perish.
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.
The sons of Michal before her lay,
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,
"I have made the crags my home and spread On their desert backs my sackloth 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 Of my burning eyeballs went to my brain. Seven blackened corpses before me lie,
In the blaze of the sun and the winds of the sky.