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!
"ALL IS VANITY, SAITH THE PREACHER."
Fame, Wisdom, Love, and Power were mine,
And Health and Youth possessed me;
My goblets blushed from every vine,
And lovely forms caressed me;
I sunned my heart in Beauty's eyes,
And felt my soul grow tender;
All Earth can give, or mortal prize,
Was mine of regal splendour.
I strive to number o'er what days
Remembrance can discover,
Which all that Life or Earth displays
Would lure me to live over.
- Heir to my monarchy ——.—[MS.]
Note to Heir—Jonathan.—[Copy.]
My father was the shepherd's son,
Ah were my lot as lowly
My earthly course had softly run.—[MS.]