8. I would hasten my escape. He tried
to pause but could not. David declares that he would up and away at once, for
fear he should be too late, and because he could bear the clamor of his foes no
longer. From the windy storm and tempest. A storm was brewing, and, like
a dove, he would outfly it and reach a calmer region. Alas, poor soul! As yet
you must tarry here and feel the tempest; but be of good cheer, you will
stretch your wings before long for a bolder flight; heaven will receive you,
and there your sorrows will have an end.
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