A Celtic Psaltery by Alfred Perceval Graves
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So may Jehovah strike me with his thunder,
If aught but only death our lives shall sunder." Ruth's lips have sealed that solemn covenant, Then with Naomi hand in hand she went. But as they slept that night there came to each The selfsame vision, though they ne'er had speech Thereon, till Obed's birth, Ruth's only son And David's grandsire; for they each saw one With Mahlon's aspect seated in the skies, And on his knees a babe with Ruth's own eyes, And by the infant's side one with a face Ruddy and bold, a form of Kingly grace, And in his hand a harp wherefrom he drew Marvellous music while his songs thereto Held hosts of angels hearkening in the blue. Then figures floated o'er him faint and far Up to a Child who rode upon a star, And in the Heavenly wonder of his face, They read the Ransom of the Human Race. THE LILIES OF THE FIELD AND THE FOWLS OF THE AIR "Consider the lilies!" He spake as yet spake no man: |
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