ATHEISTS
The spirit leadeth me to other climes : I see the negro on the brick-dry earth, Blistered and faint beneath the fieTy sun, His paarted lips and lolling tongue tipon The cracked, the thirsty, oven-like earth. The beasts Daily go down to water — living streams Well from the founts whose never-failing snows, Cool, as the Hand of God, are laid upon The motmtains' flinty front. Is there no hand To wipe the dii3t from that dry mouth and give Water and life? Pall-like, the mystic night Falls, and the dews are dank and chill upon The lips from which -the spirit with awful cry Escapes, to find high escort, whiter far Than aught that seemeth unto mortal sight; To living water's, to the founts that well From craggy piles, whose hoary, misted fronts Are the abutments to th' Eternal Throne. -vChaei.es Oscab Palsieh. Kaikotira, September 10.
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Otago Witness, Issue 2690, 4 October 1905, Page 71
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146ATHEISTS Otago Witness, Issue 2690, 4 October 1905, Page 71
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