Mirth-lighted eye and soft-caressing hand;—
Love, fairest form that ever found a home
On earth, or in the golden halls of heaven.
WILLIAM WYE SMITH
THE CANADIANS ON THE NILE
O, THE East is but the West, with the sun a little hotter;
And the pine becomes a palm by the dark Egyptian water;
And the Nile's like many a stream we know that fills its brimming cup;