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DAVID THE WANDERER.
The victim of a despot's jealous moodFrom Court luxurious to drear cave he fled,
Nor had he where to lay his weary head—
A wanderer in the wilderness and wood.
'Twas Love allured him into solitude,
Ordering each flitting step, each tear he shed,
And through rough paths His chosen servant led,
With thorns and briars to teach him for his good.
For the high duties of a dazzling throne
The Lord with sufferings His elect one braces:
Thus in deep furrows of God's plough are sown
The precious germs of fair, immortal graces;
And still by arduous ways God leads His own
To sit on starry thrones in heavenly places.
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