Wild honey from various thyme By Michael Field [i.e. K. H. Bradley and E. E. Cooper] |
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LITTLE GIANTS
Many are David's mighty men and tall,
And they go forth for him to victory
Against the six-toed giant race; for he
Faints back in battle; he is shrunk and small.
Sometimes it seems as he on God would call;
Sometimes he laughs a little mockingly—
“Seven sons of Saul are hanging on one tree,
Seven goodly sons, and I have slain them all.”
Only at shout “A champion doth arise
From Bethlehem; Goliath in his race
Is utterly cut off”—with curious face
He looks at those who boast, with eyes a-swim;
And to the little maid that tendeth him
Babbles of angels and of prophecies.
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