And lo, with that leap of my spirit-heart, hand, harp, and voice,
Each lifting Saul's name out of sorrow, each bidding rejoice
Saul's fame in the light it was made for-as when, dare I say,100
The Lord's army, in rapture of service, strains through its array,
And upsoareth the cherubim-chariot-"Saul!" cried I, and stopped,
And waited
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