From the Boston Recorder.


ABSALOM.
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The waters slept Nights silver veil hung low
On Jortlan's bosom, and the eddes curpd
Their CLASSY rings beneath it, like the still
unbroken beating of the sleeper's pulse.
The reeds bent down the stream-the willow


leaves


With soft cheek upon the lulling tide
Forgot the lifting winds, and the stems
Whose flowers, the waters like gentle nurse,
Bear on its bosom, quietly gave way,
And leaned in graceful attitudes to rest.
How strikingly the course of nature tells,
by its light heed of human suffering,
That it was fashioned for happier world
King David's limbs were weary. He had fed
From far Jerusalem, and now he stood
With his faint people for little rest
Upon the shore of Jordan. The light wind
OF morn was stirring, and he barred his brow
Toits refreshing breath, for he had worn
The mourner's covering, and he had not felt
That he could see his people until now!
They gathered round him on the fresh green


bank


And spoke their kindly words, and as the sun
Rose up in heaven, he knelt among them there
And bowed his head upon his hands to pray
Oh when the heart is full-when bitter thoughts
Come crowding thickly up for ntterance'
And the poor common words OF courtesy
Are such a very mockery--how much



lie pray'd for Israel; and his voice went up
Strongly and ferventk--he prayed for those
Whose love had been his shield and his deep


tones


Grew tremulous-but oh for Absolem--
Por his estranget, misguided Absolem-
The proud, bright being who had burst away
In all his prncely beauty to defy
The heart that CHERISHED him--for him he pour'd,
In agony that would not be controll'd
Strong snpplcation, and forgave him there
Before his God, for his deep sinfulness.





The pail was settled. He who slept beneath
Was straitcn'd for the grave; and as the folds
Sunk to the still proportions, they betrayal
The matchless symetry Of Absalom.
His hair was yet unshorn, and silken curls
Were floating round the tassels as they sway'o
TO the admitted air, as glossy now
AS when in hours of gentle dalliance bathing
The snowy fingers Of Judea's girls