THE NUBIAN BOATMEN.
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These bronze-armed slaves so lithe and strong, Row on for many a glassy mile Through burning hours, and all the while They praise in sweet recurring song, "The Lord that brings the Nile." O thou, recumbent traveller, note Approval of their simple ways, Who lighten toil with pious lays; 'Twere ill adown life's stream to float Without or work or praise. |
THE CHRISTIAN PILGRIM.
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Now the Christian pilgrim wanders 'Mid ravines of sin and care; On the craggy ledge he ponders, Probing all with staff of prayer. Freshened by the wayside fountain With the flag of peace still furled, Lo! he hails the shining mountain O'er the ruins of the world. There upon the heights of glory, Lettered on the golden clay, He shall read Earth's complex story And his banner float for aye. |
