Sacred and Piods Songs. 11 Song Of Saul Before Ills Last Battle. Warriors and chiefs ! should the shaft or the sword. Pierce me in leading the host of the Lord, Heed not the corse, though a king’s, in your path: Bury your steel in the bosom of Gath! Thou who art bearing my buckler and bow, Should the soldiers of Saul look away from the foe, Stretch me that moment in blood at thy feet! Mine be the doom which they dared not to meet. Farewell to others, but never we part, Heir to my royalty, son of my heart! Bright is the diadem, boundless the sway, Or kingly the death, which awaits us to-day! Saul. Thou whose spell can raise the dead, Bid the prophet’s form appear, „Satnuel, raise thy buried head! King’ behold the phantom seer!” Earth, yawn’d; he stood the centre of a cloud; Light changed its hue, retiring from his shroud. Death stood all glassy in his fixed eye; His hand was wither'd, and his veins were dry; His foot, in bony whiteness, glitter’d there, Shrunken and sinewless, and ghastly bare; From lips that move not and unbrea- thing frame, Like cavern’d winds, the hollow accents came. Saul saw, and fell to earth, as falls the oak, At once, and blasted by the thunder- stroke. „Why is my sleep disquieted? Who is he that calls the dead? Is it thou, 0 King? Behold, Bloodless are these limbs, and cold; Such are mine; and such shall be Thine to — morrow, when with me; Ere the coming day is done, Such shalt thou be, such thy son. F’are thee well, but for a day, Then we mix our mouldering clay Thou, thy race, lie pale and low; Pierced by shafts of many a bow; And the falchion by thy side To thy heart thy hand shall guide: Crownless, breathless, headless fall, Son and sire, the house of Saul! Sauls Sang inden hans sidste Slag. Krigere og Ilovdinger! Skulde Pilen eller Svaerdet || Gjcnnembore mig medens jeg forer Hcrrens Hare. || /Ends ikkc Liiget, skjont en Konges, [ligge/ide] paa eders StlT || Begrav eders Staal i Galhs Hjrorter [Barme]. Du som liaerer mit Skjold og Bue, || Skulde Sauls Soldater see bort fra Fjenden, || Straik fd. e. nedlaig] mig det Ojeblik i Blod ved dine Fodder. || Mit vaire det Nederlag som de ei torde mode. Far vel (il Andre, men aldrig adskilles vi, || [DnJ mit Kongedbmmes Arving, Son af mit Hjarte! || Skinnende er Kronen, gratndselos Magten, || Eller kongelig den Dod, som vainter os idag ! Saul. Du hvis Trylleri kan opreise de Dode, || Byd Prophetens Skikkelse vise sig. |[ ,,Samuel reis op dit begravede Hoved! || Konge, sku Spogclse Secren!” \\ Jorden gabedc; Ban stod som Centrum af en Sky: || Lyset forandrede sin Farve, traikkende sig tilbage fra hans Liig- klaede. # || Dddcn stod ganske glasset i hans stive Oje; || Hans llaand var visnet og hans Aarer vare torre ; || Hans Fod i benet llvidhed glimrede der, || Sammenskrumpen og senelds, og spogeiseagtig bar; || Udaf Laibcr som ei bevaigede sig, og af et aandeliist Legeme, || Liig Bjerghulors Vinde, kom de hulc Toner. || Saul saa, og faldt til Jorden, somEgen falder, jj Med eet, og fordairvet af Torden - Slaget. || ,,Hvorfor bliver min Sovn foruroliget? || Hvo er lian som kalder de dode? || Er det dig o Konge? See || Blodlose ere disse Lemmer og kolde: || Saadanne ere mine; og saadanne skulde blive || Dine imorgen, naar du kommer til mig: || For den kommende Dag er ornme, || Saadan skal du blive, saadan din Son. || Far vel, kun for een Dag j| Da skulde'vi sammen- blandc vort hensmuldrende Leer. || Du, din SliEgt, ligge blege og udstrakte || Gjennem- borede af Pile fra mangen een Bue; || !0g Glavindet ved din Side || Til dit Iljmrte din Haand skal fore: || Kronelos, aandclbs, hoved- los falde, || Son og Fader, Sauls IIuus!”

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