Egypt :: :: University of Virginia Library

I see you always through a mist of tears,
Because my feet have wandered far away
From that straight path whence your feet never stray,
But on and on, contemptuous of the fears
And folly of the world—folly that wears
Our heart to pieces, and the fears that fray—
You journey ever to the perfect day
That waits your soul in other, happier spheres.

And oh! how many, with more voice than I
Can boast of eloquence, could tell the tale

Of all they owe to you, of aim set high,
Good purpose strengthened, thoughts that never fail
To animate the spirit, till it fly
Far over sea and land to find the Grail.