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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455768" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>At the Fords of Jordan</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A little way farther to guide thee I go<br>Where the footing is firm and the waters are low;<br>Then we part, O my King, thou once more to thy throne,<br>I to dwell, in the house of my fathers, alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet think not, O David, one pang of regret<br>Would tempt the recall of the youth I have set<br>In thy presence; the strong-armed, the true-hearted one,<br>Last gift of my loyalty, even my son.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ere my hand to the husbandman's toil had been trained,<br>Or my foot to the slow-moving flocks had been chained,<br>I, too, would have marched in the long line of spears,<br>With the youthful, the courtly, the brave for my peers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The days when I dreamt but of battle! The lamp<br>Which all night I kept burning, that if from the camp<br>One straggler should come, I might, hang up his sword<br>And hearken how prospered the cause of the Lord!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How my heart used to beat; how my veins used to thrill<br>From freezing to fever, from fever to chill,<br>When the voice of the Philistine rang through our coasts,<br>Defying, unanswered, the Lord God of Hosts.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How I prayed day and night, ay, with many a tear,<br>“Lord, shorten the time till Thy champion appear!”<br>And if fearing or hoping myself to change blows<br>With the giant, God bidden, I know; and God knows!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, it was not for gain, and it was not for fear,<br>That I wore not the warrior's glittering gear:<br>My father, my mother! the heart-strife was done!<br>For Saul had his thousands and they had but one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am old, but King David, I cannot forget<br>My hot-hearted youth; so my boy shall not fret<br>'Mid the safety and sameness of flocks and of fields<br>While the soldiers of Israel burnish their shields.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Lord be thy keeper, henceforth and for aye,<br>My son whom I love! And when I am away<br>Be thy spirit as now, pure and lofty, and bold,<br>Thy strength still unwasted; thy heart never cold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When thy soul with the minions of darkness must fight,<br>The Great King lend thee weapons and armour of light.<br>No hindrance are they, like the harness of Saul<br>To the boy from the folds. May'st thou bear them through all!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All blessings be thine which the promise foretells!<br>And, oh, when the heart of thy eldest born swells<br>At thy stories of many a soldierly deed,<br>Tell how one, not a soldier, served Israel in need.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The men are fast forming again into rank;<br>The river is forded; we part on the bank.<br>Haste where welcome awaiteth thee, David, this day,<br>For the joy of the people ill beareth delay!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Lord give thy children the love-guarded crown,<br>When the King and his servant in dust have lain down!<br>Till the hope of the nations thy lineage shall close,<br>God's arrows be sharp in the hearts of thy foes!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mary+Hannay+Foott">Mary Hannay Foott</a><div class=q>
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Where the footing is firm and the waters are low;
Then we part, O my King, thou once more to thy throne,
I to dwell, in the house of my fathers, alone.

Yet think not, O David, one pang of regret
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