HAGAR.
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HAGAR.
Untrodden, drear, and lone,
Stretched many a league away,
Beneath a burning, noonday sun,
The Syrian desert lay.
Stretched many a league away,
Beneath a burning, noonday sun,
The Syrian desert lay.
The scorching rays that beat
Upon that herbless plain,
The dazzling sands, with fiercer heat,
Reflected back again.
Upon that herbless plain,
The dazzling sands, with fiercer heat,
Reflected back again.
O’er that dry ocean strayed
No wandering breath of air,
No palm trees cast their cooling shade,
No water murmured there.
No wandering breath of air,
No palm trees cast their cooling shade,
No water murmured there.
And thither, bowed with shame,
Spurned from her master’s side,
The dark-browed child of Egypt came,
Her woe and shame to hide.
Spurned from her master’s side,
The dark-browed child of Egypt came,
Her woe and shame to hide.
