<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408257" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Achan</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">HATH he not followed a star through the darkness, <br>Ye people who sit at the table of Jephthah? <br>Oh! turn with the face to a light in the mountains, <br>Behold it is further from Achan than ever! <br>“I know how it is with my brothers in Mizpeh,” <br>Said Achan, the swift-footed runner of Zorah, <br>“They look at the wood they have hewn for the altar; <br>And think of a shadow in sackcloth and ashes. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“I know how it is with the daughter of Jephthah, <br>(O Ada, my love, and the fairest of women!) <br>She wails in the time when her heart is so zealous <br>For God who hath stricken the children of Ammon. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“I said I would bring her the odours of Edom, <br>And armfuls of spices to set at the banquet! <br>Behold I have fronted the chieftain her father; <br>And strong men have wept for the leader of thousands! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“My love is a rose of the roses of Sharon, <br>All lonely and bright as the Moon in the myrtles! <br>Her lips, like to honeycombs, fill with the sweetness <br>That Achan the thirsty is hindered from drinking. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Her women have wept for the love that is wasted <br>Like wine, which is spilt when the people are wanting, <br>And hot winds have dried all the cisterns of Elim! <br>For love that is wasted her women were wailing! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“The timbrels fall silent! And dost thou not hear it, <br>A voice, like the sound of a lute when we loiter, <br>And sit by the pools in the valleys of Arnon, <br>And suck the cool grapes that are growing in clusters? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“She glides, like a myrrh-scented wind, through the willows, <br>O Ada! behold it is Achan that speaketh: <br>I know thou art near me, but never can see thee, <br>Because of the horrible drouth in mine eyelids.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Kendall">Henry Kendall</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408257" data-title="Achan de Henry Kendall" data-description="HATH he not followed a star through the darkness, Ye people who sit at the table of Jephthah? Oh! turn with the face to a light in the mountains, Behold it is further from Achan than ever! “I know how it is with my brothers in Mizpeh,” Sa..."></div> </div> </div>

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