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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117487" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Anointing</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The moon had risen.—Light was o'er the world<br>With all the freshness of the early day.<br>The feathery clouds that floated in the east,<br>Wore a faint tinge of crimson, and the voice<br>Of forest music; and a scented breath,<br>Of dewy flowers, came onward through the air.<br>The men of Bethlehem were gather'd round<br>The altar of their God; and the deep tones<br>Of Samuel's voice arose in solemn prayer;<br>The smoke curl'd upwards from the sacrifice,<br>In cloudy volumes first, then thin and slow,<br>Until the last faint wreath had disappear'd.<br>The prophet rose, and standing in the midst,<br>Stretch'd out his hands and bless'd them—and then spake—<br>“Thou, Jesse, son of Obed, of the tribe<br>Of lion Judah—hearken to my voice:<br>“Thus saith the Lord: ‘From Saul's anointed brow,<br>And from his hand, and those of all his sons,<br>The kingly sceptre and the crown shall pass,<br>As though he was not chosen of the Lord.'<br>So cause thy sons to pass before mine eyes,<br>That I may consecrate whom God hath chosen<br>To gift with Judah's kingly diadem.”<br>Then came Eliab forth, the first, and stood<br>Before the Prophet. His proud head was bow'd,<br>And his cross'd hands were folded on his breast,<br>In mute unwonted reverence; yet even thus,<br>His haughty brow above the mightiest tower'd,<br>As he were born to be a conqueror.<br>There was a speaking beauty in his face,<br>And the bright glorious eye that flash'd beneath<br>His clustering curls of sable seem'd to tell<br>Of a high spirit that could plan bold deeds,<br>Which that strong arm would joy to execute.<br>The Prophet gazed, and said within his heart,<br>“Surely, the Lord's anointed is before him!”<br>But in the still small voice Jehovah spake<br>Unto the Prophet's ear.—“Regard not thou<br>The beauty of his countenance, nor yet<br>His stature, nor the majesty thereof;<br>For him have I rejected. The Most High<br>Sees not as mortal; but the secret heart<br>Is open all before him, and its sins,<br>And its infirmities, he knoweth all.”<br>Then came Eliab's brethren, one by one,<br>And Samuel look'd upon them, but he knew<br>The chosen from the people was not there.<br>Then David came, e'en from his fleecy charge,<br>Himself as innocent, and knelt him down<br>Before the Prophet. He, that young fair boy,<br>His mother's treasured one, who had but left<br>Her fond maternal side, to lay him down<br>On the flower-studded bank, and watch the wave<br>Glide on in laughing ripples at his feet,<br>While his white lambs were sporting on the grass.<br>Why should the Prophet look on him, as though<br>He might be chosen to be Israel's king?<br>He was most beautiful! His timid eye,<br>With boyish wonder mix'd with holy awe,<br>Through its bright veil of golden curls look'd up<br>With a long gaze to Samuel's quiet face;<br>And feelings wrought intensely, had spread out<br>A warmer flush upon his downy cheek.<br>The prophet look'd upon the kneeling boy,<br>So young—so fair—those parted lips e'en now<br>Scarcely refraining from their wonted smiles—<br>The dimple sporting on his rosy cheek,<br>The snowy brow half shaded by his hair,<br>And those dark eyes, so bright, so beautiful,—<br>And a strange thrilling gush came o'er his heart<br>Even to starting tears. Could this be he,<br>For whom the Lord would break the power of Saul?<br>He felt that it was so—and lifting up<br>His horn of sacred oil, anointed him,<br>To be the servant of the Holy One.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Elizabeth+Margaret+Chandler">Elizabeth Margaret Chandler</a> from <i>Poetical Works</i><div class=q>
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