24C OBELISK OF LUXOR.
the hospitalities of France. Old Egypt rests among them and is satisfied.
��Thou here ! What but a miracle could tear
Thee from thine old and favorite spot of birth ? And o er the wave thy ponderous body bear,
Making thee thus at home in foreign earth ? While countless throngs with curious glance regard Thy strange and sanguine face, with hieroglyphics scarred.
Thou hadst a tedious voyage, I suppose,
Sea-sickness and rough rocking, was it so ? Thou wert as Jonah to the mariners,
I understand, and wrought them mickle woe ; And when the port was reached, they feared with pain Thou ne er would st raise thy head, or be thyself again.
Dost think thy brother Monolinth will dare,
Like thee, the dangers of the deep to meet ? I learn he has the viceroy s leave to take
The tour, his education to complete : Thy warm, fraternal heart right glad would be Here, in this stranger-land, his honest face to see.
What canst thou tell us ? thou whose wond rous date Doth more than half our planet s birthdays meas ure !
Saw st thou Sesostris, in his regal state,
Ruling the conquered nations at his pleasure ?
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