Excerpt from Jonathan (a Song of David): The Sacred Prize Poem, 1902 Strong elder brother in the wars of God, Perilous glory in those years we won: How proudly in thy strenuous paths I trod, Nor cared if evil glooms o'ercast the sun. That burthen which in Bethlehem they sing About my way would ring. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.