MICHAL
In sweetest harmony they lived,
Nor death their union could divide.
The pious son never left his father’s side,
But him defending bravely died:
A loss too great to be survived!
For Saul, ye maids of Israel, moan,
To whose indulgent care
You owe the scarlet and the gold you wear,
And all the pomp in which your beauty long has shone.