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BY THE WATERS OF BABYLON.
12. Oh the weary march, oh the nptom roots of home, oh the blankness of the receding goal !
13. Listen to their lamentation : They that ate dainty food are desolate in the streets / they that were reared in scarlet embrace dunghiUs. They fiee away and wander ahaut. Men say amwng the nations, they shall no more sojourn there / our end is near, our days are full, our doom is come.
14. Whither shall they turn? for the West hath cast them oat, and the East refuseth to re- ceive.
15. O bird of the air, whisper to the despair- ing exiles, that to-day, to-day, from the many- masted, gayly-bannered port of Palos, sails the world-unveiling Grenoese, to mdock the golden gates of sunset and bequeath a Continent to Freedom I
II. TREASURES.
1. Through cycles of darkness the diamond sleeps in its coal-black prison.
2. Purely incmsted in its scaly casket, the breath -tarnished pearl slumbers in mud and ooze.
3. Buried in the bowels of earth, ragged and obscure, lies the ingot of gold.
4. Long hast thou been buried, O Israel, in the bowels of earth ; long hast thou slumbered beneath the overwhelming waves ; long hast thou
slept in the rayless house of darkness.