David and Jonathan. “ O heart of fire ! misjudged by wilful man, Thou flower of Jesse’s race ! What woe was thine, when thou and Jon-athan Last greeted face to face ! He doomed to die, thou on us to impress The portent of a blood-stained holiness. Yet it was well :—for so, ’mid cares ofrule And crime’s encircling tide, A spell was o’er thee, zealous one, to cool Earth-joy and kingly pride ; With battle-scene and pageant, prompt toblend The pale calm spectre of a blameless friend. Ah ! had he lived before thy throne tostand, Thy spirit keen and high, Sure it had snapped in twain love’s slenderband, So dear in memory ; Paul, of his comrade reft, the warninggives,— He lives to us who dies, he is but lost wholives.”