Bowing low, David begged permission to play for his King. Gladly Saul
bade him begin.

First, the young harpist struck a ringing chord that thrilled through
the vast hall.

Then he began to play a low, sweet melody!

It sounded like the summer breeze sighing softly over a grassy meadow,
and setting the dainty daisies and buttercups swaying on their stems.
Suddenly the music swelled stronger, until it seemed like a flashing
fountain, springing up in a burst of sparkling spray.

Then the sweet tones slowly softened.

Fainter they grew--and yet fainter--like the music of a dream--till at
last they died away into silence.

Spellbound sat King Saul when the player ceased.

And David came to Saul and stood before him, and Saul loved him greatly,
and he became his armor bearer.

Long afterward David wore the crown of Israel.

He was a wise and good king, for the Heavenly Father, who blessed his
youth, watched over him all his days.