Abe, what d’you think you’ve got your eye upon?
Abel.
A good sight! aye, and a sight as you can’t see
So well as I. The thought just come to me,
While all of you sat talking by my side,
Like to the word the prophet prophesied;—
And while you talked, the thought o’ it kep’ me dumb:—
Shiloh, thinks I,—will I see Shiloh come?
And all at once these words were in my head,—