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HEBREW MELODIES.
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II."Why is my sleep disquieted?"Who is he that calls the dead?"Is it thou, Oh 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."Fare 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!"
