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No pause, nor rest, save where the streams
That feed the Kansas run,
Shall flout the setting sun!
We'll tread the prairie as of old
Our fathers sailed the sea,
The homestead of the free 1
SONG OF SLAVES IN THE DESERT.^
Where are we going? where are we going,
Lord of peoples, lord of lands,
Bornou land was rich and good,
When we went from Bornou land,
Whitened bones our path are showing,
Moons of marches from our eyes
We are weak, but Thou art strong;
Thou, our morrow's pathway knowing
INSCRIBED TO FRIENDS UNDER ARREST FOR TREASON
The age is dull and mean. Men creep,
Buy cheap, sell dear; eat, drink, and sleep
Pay tithes for soul-insurance; keep
In such a time, give thanks to God,
On all its decent seemings trod,
That man and ox and soul and clod
The hot words from your lips, my own,
To caution trained, might not repeat;
But, if some tares among the wheat Of generous thought and deed were sown,
No common wrong provoked your zeal; The silken gauntlet that is thrown
In such a quarrel rings like steel.
The brave old strife the fathers saw
For England's Charter, Alfred's law;
Wage in your name their ancient war
God's ways seem dark, but, soon or late,
They touch the shining hills of day;
The evil cannot brook delay, The good can well afford to wait.
Give ermined knaves their hour of crime; Ye have the future grand and great,
The safe appeal of Truth to Time!
THE NEW EXODUS.**
Sy fire and cloud, across the desert sand,
THE NEW EXODUS. 245
From their long bondage, with an outstretched hand, God led the Hebrew slaves!
Dead as the letter of the Pentateuch,
As Egypt's statues cold,
Now stands that marvel old.
u Lo, God is great!n the simple Moslem says.
We seek the ancient date, Turn the dry scroll, and make that living phrase
A dead one: "God was great!"
And, like the Coptic monks by Mousa's wells,
We dream of wonders past,
Each drowsier than the last.
O fools and blind! Above the Pyramids
Stretches once more that hand,
Flings back her veil of sand.
And morning-smitten Memnon, singing, wakes;
And, listening by his Nile,
A sweet and human smile.
Not, as before, with hail and fire, and call
Of death* for midnight graves,
The fetters of the slaves.
No longer through the Red Sea, as of old,
The bondmen walk dry shod; Through human hearts, by love of Him controlled,
Runs now that path of God!
Of all that Orient lands can vaunt
The strangest is the Haschish plant,
What pictures to the taster rise,
Of Eblis, or of Paradise,
Set all aglow with Houri glances!
The poppy visions of Cathay,
The heavy beer-trance of the Suabian; The wizard lights and demon play
Of nights Walpurgis and Arabian!
The Mollah and the Christian dog
The Muezzin climbs the synagogue,
The Arab by his desert well
Sits choosing from some Caliph's daughter^ And hears his single earners bell
Sound welcome to his regal quarters.
The Koran's reader makes complaint
The robber offers alms, the saint
Such scenes that Eastern plant awakes;
But we have one ordained to beat it, The Haschish of the West, which makes
Or fools or knaves of all who eat it