These thoughts will be as covered and forgotten

As are the tracks of Pharaoh's chariotwheels

In the Egyptian sands.

Ant. Ah! when I come Again to Antioch! When will that be? Alas! alas!

My Lysias, Gorgias, Seron, and Nica

nor,

Are babes in battle, and this dreadful Jew

Will rob me of my kingdom and my

crown.

My elephants shall trample him to dust: I will wipe out his nation, and will make

Jerusalem a common burying-place,

Philip (reading). "We pray thee hasten thy return. The realm Since thou hast

Is falling from thee.
gone from us

The victories of Judas Maccabæus
Form all our annals. First he overthrew
Thy forces at Beth-horon, and passed on,
And took Jerusalem, the Holy City.
And then Emmaus fell; and then Beth-
sura;

Ephron and all the towns of Galaad,
And Maccabæus marched to Carnion."
Ant. Enough, enough! Go call my
chariot-men;

We will drive forward, forward, without ceasing,

Until we come to Antioch. My captains,

tomb!

"This hand no longer shall

On the swans of the Seven Lakes,
On the lakes of Karajal.

"I will no longer stray
And pasture my hunting steeds
In the long grass and the reeds
Of the meadows of Karaday.

"Though thou give me thy coat of mail,
Of softest leather made,
With choicest steel inlaid,
All this cannot prevail.

"What right hast thou, O Khan
To me, who am mine own,
Who am slave to God alone,
And not to any man?

God will appoint the day When I again shall be

By the blue, shallow sea,

W nere the steel-bright sturgeons play.

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'God, who doth care for me,
In the barren wilderness,
On unknown hills, no less
Will my companion be.

"When I wander lonely and lost
In the wind; when I watch at night
Like a hungry wolf, and am white
And covered with hoar-frost ;

"Yea, wheresoever I be,

In mountains or unknown lands, Allah will care for me!"

III.

Then Sobra, the old, old man,
Three hundred and sixty years
Had he lived in this land of tears,
Bowed down and said, “O Khan !

"If you bid me, I will speak.
There's no sap in dry grass,
No marrow in dry bones! Alas,
The mind of old men is weak !

"I am old, I am very old :
I have seen the primeval man,
I have seen the great Gengis Khan,
Arrayed in his robes of gold.

"What I say to you is the truth;
And I say to you, O Khan,
Pursue not the star-white man,
Pursue not the beautiful youth.

"Him the Almighty made,
And brought him forth of the light,
At the verge and end of the night,
When men on the mountain prayed.

"He was bon at the break of day,
When abroad the angels walk;
He hath listened to their talk,
And he knoweth what they say.

"Gifted with Allah's grace,
Like the moon of Ramazan
When it shines in the skies, O Khan,
Is the light of his beautiful face.

"When first on earth he trod,
The first words that he said
Were these, as he stood and prayed,
There is no God but God!

"And he shall be king of men, For Allah hath heard his prayer, And the Archangel in the air, Gabriel, hath said, Amen!'

THE SIEGE OF KAZAN.

The brooklet flows through the village street;

A boy comes forth to wash his hands, Washing, yes washing, there he stands, In the water cool and sweet.

Brook, from what mountain dost thou come,

O my brooklet cool and sweet!

I come from yon mountain high and

cold,
Where lieth the new snow on the old,
And melts in the summer heat.

Brook, to what river dost thou go?
O my brooklet cool and sweet!

Chodzko.

BLACK are the moors before Kazan,

Where in bunches the violets grow, And sun and shadow meet.

blood :

O my brooklet cool and sweet!