Original Poetry. A LEGEND.

Thames Star, Volume XXIV, Issue 7398, 14 January 1893, Page 1

Original Poetry.

A LEGEND.

From the region of the roses, where the Bulbnls sweetly sing, , Runs the Jewish legend, beautiful, as old— One was called to wander westward, where the mighty cedars spring Through the snows of Palestine, pore and cold.

O'er the drear Arabian desert, with its Asiatic glare, Where the Simoom, and the valtore, waken. dread, By bleaching bones surrounded, mocked by mirage falsely fair,— Lay the path the lonely traveller must tread.

So with weary feet, and aching heart, from day to day ho went, Till biz measures of his journey la/ behind— When before him unexpectedly a hospitable tent Offered shelter and refreshment, free and kind.

Like a sweet foretaste of Canaan, in that dry and arid landThere he found a grateful respite from the heat, And in vision saw the hills, and dales, and kissed the hallowed strand Where the tideless waters murmur low, and sweet.

Once again he trod six measures—lo! another tent appeared, , To be greeted, as men greet a trusty friend! Ah! this legend is a lesson, by diplomacy veneered - Can we read it unsuspecting to the end ?

Yea! Oh friends, the spikenardliefch in its alabaster tomb, Most its fragrance ever lie concealed, nn« known ? Are yonr hands too weak? or will less? break the box, and the perfume— Richer than all Cashmere's roses—is your own.

M. A. Sinclair.

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