For his estranged, misguided Absalom—
The proud, bright being who had burst away,
In all his princely beauty, to defy
The heart that cherished him—for him he poured,
In agony that would not be controlled,
Strong supplication, and forgave him there
Before his God, for his deep sinfulness.
The hosts were numbered. At Mahanaim’s gate
Sat David, as the glittering thousands passed
Forth to the battle. With a troubled eye