WHISPERS 'NEATH THE PALMS.
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WHISPERS 'NEATH THE PALMS.
"And when they had platted a crown of thorns, they put it upon His head, and a reed in His right hand."—Matt. xxvii. 29.
"We have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us. . . . Always bearing about in the body the dying of the Lord Jesus, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our body."—2 Cor. iv. 7, 10.
As wearily I wandered on a day,
Where noiselessly the yellow Nile sweeps by,
I rested 'neath a Palm, whose branches spread
Their dark green leaves against the glowing sky.
Where noiselessly the yellow Nile sweeps by,
I rested 'neath a Palm, whose branches spread
Their dark green leaves against the glowing sky.
Bright flashed the light o'er minaret and dome,
And the blue desert seemed a pathless shore
To fairer temples builded in the sky,
Of every rainbow hue that clouds e'er wore.
And the blue desert seemed a pathless shore
To fairer temples builded in the sky,
Of every rainbow hue that clouds e'er wore.
Vainly I listened for the Palm's sweet song:
Her golden crown was glist'ning in the sun,
And down the stately bole the rippling rays
Seemed like a molten rivulet to run.
Her golden crown was glist'ning in the sun,
And down the stately bole the rippling rays
Seemed like a molten rivulet to run.
But all was silence round me, silence deep;
The wind's hot breath the feathery foliage stirred;
But that blest Name, all other names above,
In whispered harmony I never heard.
The wind's hot breath the feathery foliage stirred;
But that blest Name, all other names above,
In whispered harmony I never heard.
Just so Thy Praise, Lord, slumbered in my soul,
Waiting the Holy Spirit's quickening might;
Waiting the Holy Spirit's quickening might;
