THOU SHALT PREVAIL

Threshing his wheat in frantic haste, young GideonStraightened his back and scanned the shimmering hills,To catch the glint of Midianitish spears,And saw an angel underneath an oak.

He heard the gentle greeting, grave and sweet,"The Lord is with thee, mighty man of valour;"And sorely puzzled, knew not how to speak.Then wavering from fear to hope he cried:

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