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I dwell. "Alone with Him in this great calm, I live not by the outward sense; My Nile his love, my sheltering palm His providence." The child gazed round him. "Does God live Here only?--where the desert's rim Is green with corn, at morn and eve, We pray to Him. "My brother tills beside the Nile His little field; beneath the leaves My sisters sit and spin, the while My mother weaves. "And when the millet's ripe heads fall, And all the bean-field hangs in pod, My mother smiles, and, says that all Are gifts from God." Adown the hermit's wasted cheeks Glistened the flow of human tears; "Dear Lord!" he said, "Thy angel speaks, Thy servant hears." Within his arms the child he took, And thought of home and life with men; And all his pilgrim feet forsook Returned again. The palmy shadows cool and long, The eyes that smiled through lavish locks, Home's cradle-hymn and harvest-song, And bleat of flocks. "O child!" he said, "thou teachest me There is no place where God is not; That love will make, where'er it be, A holy spot." He rose from off the desert sand, And, leaning on his staff of thorn, Went with the young child hand in hand, Like night with morn. They crossed the desert's burning line, And heard the palm-tree's rustling fan, The Nile-bird's cry, the low of kine, And voice of man. Unquestioning, his childish guide He followed, as the small hand led To where a woman, gentle-eyed, Her distaff fed. She rose, she clasped her truant boy, She thanked the stranger with her eyes; The hermit gazed in doubt and joy And dumb surprise. And to!--with sudden warmth and light A tender memory thrilled his frame; New-born, the world-lost anchorite A man became. "O sister of El Zara's race, Behold me!--had we not one mother?" She gazed into the stranger's face "Thou art my brother!" "And when to share our evening meal, She calls the stranger at the door, She says God fills the hands that deal Food to the poor." "O kin of blood! Thy life of use And patient trust is more than mine; And wiser than the gray recluse This child of thine. "For, taught of him whom God
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