"A poetical entertainer," The old schoolhouse and other poems and conceits in verse . nch. Wailing women, monstrous billow,Turks and Christians in a bunch. Ship in offing—just a mile off-Women all too scared to wail; Weather for a brief diversionRains a deluge, then some hail. But the Father of the Faithful Has no use for harbors new,For if Allah needed shipping Hed a buih the harbor, too. Tell me, Hiram, King of TyYou and Solomon were thick 82 POEMS AND CONCEITS IN VERSE. Were you eighteen-carat metalOr a Tyrian gold brick ? Royal humbug were you surelyIf you own to Joppas birth, For this sea
"A poetical entertainer," The old schoolhouse and other poems and conceits in verse . nch. Wailing women, monstrous billow,Turks and Christians in a bunch. Ship in offing—just a mile off-Women all too scared to wail; Weather for a brief diversionRains a deluge, then some hail. But the Father of the Faithful Has no use for harbors new,For if Allah needed shipping Hed a buih the harbor, too. Tell me, Hiram, King of TyYou and Solomon were thick 82 POEMS AND CONCEITS IN VERSE. Were you eighteen-carat metalOr a Tyrian gold brick ? Royal humbug were you surelyIf you own to Joppas birth, For this seaport far the worst isTo be found upon the earth. Father of the Faithful, close it;Tisnt worth a battered sou, And your custom house—dont breathe it-Can be bribed with filthy lu—. THE MOUNTAINS OF MOAB.* Upon Judeas stony hills we standAnd gaze on Moabs land of gleam the waters of the bitter seaWhose tideless waste fit symbol is of death,In this dead land whose youth is long forgot. *The panorama seen from Jerome, Arizona, greatly re-sembles that described Wady el Kelt, Palestine—with convent of St. Elias andold Roman bridge. POEMS AND CONCEITS IN VERSE. 83 And there, in Jordans plain, wild Arabs dash In reckless wantonness on fleetest steeds And brandish naked swords with matchless skill, Half sport, half earnest, to amuse the Frank. The turbid Jordan gnaws, like giant tooth, A yellow notch into the dark-blue sea; While Sodom apples and the puny brake Attest an endless war twixt life and death Upon this plain of cities purged by fire. Surpassing far imaginations scope. Are seen the mountains of the Moabites; Great panorama that would shame the brush Of Titian or of Raphael, in tints Laid on by burning sun neath wondrous sky, A glowing violet with golden red And flushing brown and fading yellow-green. All blended on this canvas of the gods, Neath sky fit rival of the waters blue. With worldly minds we journeyed to this land Where prophets once had co
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