Glimpses of glory ne'er forgot, That tell, like gleams on a sunset sea, What once hath been, what now is not, But oh! what again shall brightly be!' SONG OF THE NUBIAN GIRL. O ABYSSINIAN tree, We pray, we pray to thee; By the glow of thy golden fruit And the violet hue of thy flower, And the greeting mute Of thy boughs' salute To the stranger who seeks thy bower. O Abyssinian tree! How the traveller blesses thee; And thou bend'st thy boughs Saying, 'Come, rest thee here.' Thus bow thy head to me! THE END. |