My father bade me carry loaves and cheese His forehead was my mark upon the rock. JONATHAN. It was, my David, and he honoured thee By making thee the saviour of our land. And this exchange of thoughts between ourselves Has drawn my heart with such affection towards thee, That from this day, if thou wilt pledge me too, We will be friends for ever. DAVID. I, a shepherd-boy, The friend of Israel's Prince! It cannot be. JONATHAN. It must: for I have never yet been favoured Alas! my prince, I fear thy noble frankness And then I do remember What, if I were to tell thee thou must spurn me. JONATHAN. David, again I tell thee solemnly, Before the God of Abraham I tell thee, DAVID. Beloved Prince! My heart responds to thine with ardent love. But I am bound by consecrated bonds Tell even unto thee the solemn secret. I know it, David! JONATHAN. DAVID. Know it, and yet love me! I know it, and yet love thee. I have heard Indeed! DAVID. JONATHAN. And what am I, and what my father's house, That I should set myself against the will Of Him who rules in heaven? I tell thee David, Embracing, in token of covenant, they proceeded next day to join the triumphal progress of the armies through the cities of Judah. Terror of the Philistines and their giant champion had held the mothers and daughters of Israel in almost breathless suspense for many days and nights, but the tidings of the stripling's victory flew like the sound of the silver trumpet of jubilee from hill to hill and valley to valley; and now, drawing breath freely, they came forth from every strong city, and every walled town, and every village, and every terraced mountainside, to greet the young hero of Beth-lehem. On they came, singing and dancing, with tabrets, with joy, and with instruments of music. Fancy you see these fair daughters of Judah tripping with measured steps, and chaunting, in responsive glees, their song of glorious triumph in honour of the victor. Somewhere we have met with this sprightly melody, expressive of the joy of the delighted Israelites : STRIKE the cymbal, roll the timbrel, From the river, rejecting quiver; See advances, with songs and dances, All the tribes of Israel's daughters; Catch the sound ye hills and waters; Lift your banners, shout hosannas, Battle is the Lord's alone! God of thunder, rend asunder, All the power Philistia boasts; What are nations? what their stations? Israel's God is LORD OF HOSTS. Where's the haughty champion now? Pride of princes, strength of kings, |