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"There passed a weary time. Each throat The ancient Ma-
TX i i i i « . riner beholdeth a
Was parched, and glazed each eye. „¡gnintneele.
A weary time! a weary time! ment afar off.
"At first it seemed a little speck,
"A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist!
At its nearer approach, it seemeth him to be a ship; and at a dear ransom he freeth his speech from the bonds of thirst.
"With throats unslaked, with black lips baked,
We could nor laugh nor wail;
Through utter drought all dumb we stood!
I bit my arm, I sucked the blood,
And cried, A sail! a sail!
"With throats unslaked, with black lips baked Agape they heard me call: A flash of joy, Gramercy! they for joy did grin,
And all at once their breath drew in,
And horror for- "See! see! (I cried) she tacks no more!
lows. For can it тт- i . i i
be a ship that Hither to work us weal;
comes onward Without a breeze, without a tide,
without wind or ''
,ide' She steadies with upright keel!
"The western wave was all a-flame,