The wondering train repeat the word.
’Twas eve; on Syria’s sandy plains
The scorching sun no longer beams;
Athwart the weary traveler’s brow
The chilling night-wind passes now;
The prowling thief, with murderous steel
Each sandy hillock may conceal;
Where shall the wanderer find repose?
How shall he ’scape his secret foes?
On; pilgrim, on; yon glimmering light