Of RISPAH. (who had been the concubine of King SAUL) when DAVID hanged her children, because their father had done amiss. <br /> <br /> <br />From morn to eve from eve to rosy morn, <br />On this bleak rock I'll lay me all forlorn; <br />Here will I stay, tho' tempests frown around, <br />Fierce lightnings glare, or earthquakes rock the ground. <br />The prowling wolves, the hungry birds of prey, <br />Pierc'd with my moans, will rove another way: <br />Less steel'd than man, with hearts dissolv'd they go, <br />And lose their nature at the voice of woe. <br />And did ye, O my hapless offspring! bleed <br />For your unhappy father's thoughtless deed? <br />He fell, alas! on Gilboa's fatal plain, <br />And gave his life 'mong thousands nobly slain. <br />--He had his faults; but he was kind and brave, <br />And with him all his errors found a grave; <br />-- Thus fondly I <br />With cursed, deadly hate <br />Against his house are hurl'd the bolts of state; <br />For royal David, wrapt in purple-grieves <br />While one of Saul's unfort'nate lineage lives: <br />His word is fate -- myself, my children all, <br />Must in an undistinguish'd ruin fall.<br /><br />Henry Livingston Jr.<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/apostrophe/
