His path across the desert, longing once more

To see the long-lost faces of his distant home,

The loving eyes so wont to sun him with their

Welcome, and the aged hands that laid upon

His youthful head their parting blessing. They

Journeyed on till morning’s flush and noonday

Splendor glided into the softened, mellowed

Light of eve, and the purple mists were deep’ning

On the cliffs and hills, when Horeb, dual

Crowned, arose before him; and there he met