 | Poems : medley and Palestina |  |
Joseph.
Superb in viceregal habiliments,
With Pharaoh's ring on his hand,
He stood in the chamber of porphyry,
The chief of the land.
With Pharaoh's ring on his hand,
He stood in the chamber of porphyry,
The chief of the land.
Sedate, like a king, and yet tenderly
He gazed in the wanderers' eyes,
While meekly they bended and timidly
Looked up in surprise.
He gazed in the wanderers' eyes,
While meekly they bended and timidly
Looked up in surprise.
His father, the pastures of Palestine,
The gladness of infancy's years,
Arose on his vision, and suddenly
He melted in tears.
The gladness of infancy's years,
Arose on his vision, and suddenly
He melted in tears.
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“Behold me, the darling of Israel!”
He cried. “Doth my father yet live?
Mourn not that ye sold me in slavery,
God rules. I forgive.”
He cried. “Doth my father yet live?
Mourn not that ye sold me in slavery,
God rules. I forgive.”
| Poems : medley and Palestina | |