. Blood for blood; a legend of the "big elm tree,". 48 Then scanned the sea with hopeful eye,And lo! a sail a league away. 0 Time, he hears thy shuttle fly, And sends a thousand thanks to-day. And they, where rainbow never spans,Greet thee with hopeful, outstretched hands. 1 found the Nomad in his tent,Where stately palms delight to grow; He sees the valley verdureless, Yet hopes the Nile will soon oerflow—He looks on sphinx and pyramid, But dreams of rivers born of his lips are dry from thirst, I never heard those lips complain—His message is: Give length of days, And make the N
. Blood for blood; a legend of the "big elm tree,". 48 Then scanned the sea with hopeful eye,And lo! a sail a league away. 0 Time, he hears thy shuttle fly, And sends a thousand thanks to-day. And they, where rainbow never spans,Greet thee with hopeful, outstretched hands. 1 found the Nomad in his tent,Where stately palms delight to grow; He sees the valley verdureless, Yet hopes the Nile will soon oerflow—He looks on sphinx and pyramid, But dreams of rivers born of his lips are dry from thirst, I never heard those lips complain—His message is: Give length of days, And make the Nile oerflow again. In dungeon dark, and sunless cell, There lingers Hope, but comes farewell—: I stood behind the prisons bars, And held a hand that smote a friend;Nor priest, nor bleeding sacrifice For his rash act could make smoking flax and bruised reed, He hopes for immortality—His message is to God alone— O Time, he sends farewells to thee. 49. 50 Sweet child, the fragrance of thy breathBrings color to the faded cheek. For thee The violets bloom, and song birds sing—Sing, ere you go, the song of Hope for me. Dost hear the joyful call of those Who need the touches of my hand ?—They call, but not impatiently—O Time, I sing at thy command: Theres a morrow all bright,There is fruit without blight,And the mocking-bird sings her sweet song in the desert has more than one fountain, O Time—The sunshine encircles the mountain sublime,And He who pilots the stars through the skyHears the call of the kid and the young ravenscry. An old story Ive readOf a prophet who said:Theres a path which the lions whelp never may tread;Theres a highway unseen by the eagles strong eye,And a ladder that leads from the earth to the sky. 51
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