With equal thanks the talent and disgrace;
The marble town unwept
Nourish thy virtue in a private place.
Think not that unattended
By heavenly powers thou steal’st to Solitude,
Nor yet on earth all unbefriended.
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Emerson.
“Behold we draw nigh to our journey’s end,” said the elder of two young men to his companion. “The dark red summits of Sinai lift themselves in the distance before us, and to-morrow’s sun, peradventure, will find us in the shadow of a great rock!”
“The God of Israel be praised!” replied his companion. “The shelter of the mountains will gladden our hearts, and we may find water-brooks. It is a land of promise, and rest and peace will be ours when we leave behind this weary desert, thrice heated by the rays of the Arabian sun!”