Bow, haughty people; ye live in the day of
fulfilment--the day everlasting.
Soon the plough of oppression shall cease and
the ox shall abandon the furrow.
Ready the field, and I sing of the sower whose
grain has been gathered in heaven.
"Now is he come, with my voice and my soul I declare him.
Wonderful Counsellor, Mighty God, the Everlasting
Father, the Prince of Peace."
The flood of inspiration had passed. The singer turned away. "It is
Simeon," said a voice in the crowd. "He shall not die until his eyes
have beheld the king of promise."
Those departing from the games of Herod resumed their march. At the
gate of the castle of Antonia, Vergilius, with David and two armed
equites, one bearing colors, left the squadron. They rode slowly
towards the setting sun. Now there was not in all the world a city so
wonderful as Jerusalem. Golden dome and tower were gleaming above
white walls on the turquoise blue of the heavens.
"Good friend, I grieve for her who is dead," said Vergilius to David.
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