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THE NILE.
From Afric depths I come
With ever mightier flow,
Thro' deserts vast I go,
Past crumbling cities dumb
And dead, and Sphinxes fair
That with a stony stare
Brood on in old despair.
With ever mightier flow,
Thro' deserts vast I go,
Past crumbling cities dumb
And dead, and Sphinxes fair
That with a stony stare
Brood on in old despair.
Past Thebes and Memphis I
Roll on my turbid flood:
Tired now of ceaseless blood,
Beneath this blazing sky
I fain would bring long peace,
From drought a long surcease.
Roll on my turbid flood:
Tired now of ceaseless blood,
Beneath this blazing sky
I fain would bring long peace,
From drought a long surcease.
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