 | Selected poems by William J. Grayson |  |
Like the broad moon among the stars,
The chief of Fezzan matchless shone;
Where now shall Fezzan look for aid,
That rested on his aid alone?
The chief of Fezzan matchless shone;
Where now shall Fezzan look for aid,
That rested on his aid alone?
| Selected poems by William J. Grayson | |