Idylls and Lyrics of The Nile By H. D. Rawnsley |
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 | Idylls and Lyrics of The Nile |  |
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I A RETURN TO EGYPT
There is a land where Time no count can keep,
Where works of men imperishable seem,
Where through Death's barren solitude doth gleam
Undying hope for them that sow and reap;
Yea, land of life, where death is but a deep
Warm slumber, a communicable dream,
Where from the silent grave far voices stream
Of those that tell their secrets in their sleep.
Where works of men imperishable seem,
Where through Death's barren solitude doth gleam
Undying hope for them that sow and reap;
Yea, land of life, where death is but a deep
Warm slumber, a communicable dream,
Where from the silent grave far voices stream
Of those that tell their secrets in their sleep.
Land of the palm-tree and the pyramid,
Land of sweet waters from a mystic urn,
Land of sure rest, where suns shine on for ever,
I left thee—in thy sands a heart was hid;
My life, my love, were cast upon thy river,
And, lo! to seek Osiris I return.
Land of sweet waters from a mystic urn,
Land of sure rest, where suns shine on for ever,
I left thee—in thy sands a heart was hid;
My life, my love, were cast upon thy river,
And, lo! to seek Osiris I return.
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