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Article THE WELL OF THE DESERT. ← Page 3 of 3 Article LYRiC. Page 1 of 1
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The Well Of The Desert.
The taunting Arab mock'd his humble prayer Till — hopeless—wild—made frantic by despair , Unarm'd he rush'd upon the ruthless foe , The stream to gain—or perish ' neath his blow . Short was the struggle—the worn soldier fell Prostrate and helpless by the long-sought well;—" Dog" the fierce victor cried " ¦ receive thdoom
, ; y , Egypt ' s lone vultures he thy only tomb !" The lance was raised—one only hope remam'd ! With a light bound his feet Demourviile gain'd ; And o ' er his brow traced hi gh the mystic sign—The badge of peace—of charity divine . " A Brother ! " the astonish'd Arab cried" I own the tie—freely my tent divide . "
The cup was fill'd , the softest mat prepared : The desert ' s rude repast , too , frankly shared—The wanderer guided , the returning day , To where his Gallic friends' encampment lay , He lived to bless the great Masonic tie Of BROTHERHOOD , RELIEF , and CHARITY 1
Lyric.
LYRiC .
BY BROTHER JOHN LEE STEVENS , BRITISH LODGE , NO . 8 . The wreath is faded now That Fancy placed upon my brow , When in the early spring I went forth wantoning
With love , and song , and every joyous thing , That 'li g htens this dull earth . Alas ! that sorrow should give birth
To sig hs and tears , In after years ; Blighting and drowning All the joys of youth—Whether of fancy born , or unfeigned truth—And crowning With a coronal of care Temples that else were bare !
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
The Well Of The Desert.
The taunting Arab mock'd his humble prayer Till — hopeless—wild—made frantic by despair , Unarm'd he rush'd upon the ruthless foe , The stream to gain—or perish ' neath his blow . Short was the struggle—the worn soldier fell Prostrate and helpless by the long-sought well;—" Dog" the fierce victor cried " ¦ receive thdoom
, ; y , Egypt ' s lone vultures he thy only tomb !" The lance was raised—one only hope remam'd ! With a light bound his feet Demourviile gain'd ; And o ' er his brow traced hi gh the mystic sign—The badge of peace—of charity divine . " A Brother ! " the astonish'd Arab cried" I own the tie—freely my tent divide . "
The cup was fill'd , the softest mat prepared : The desert ' s rude repast , too , frankly shared—The wanderer guided , the returning day , To where his Gallic friends' encampment lay , He lived to bless the great Masonic tie Of BROTHERHOOD , RELIEF , and CHARITY 1
Lyric.
LYRiC .
BY BROTHER JOHN LEE STEVENS , BRITISH LODGE , NO . 8 . The wreath is faded now That Fancy placed upon my brow , When in the early spring I went forth wantoning
With love , and song , and every joyous thing , That 'li g htens this dull earth . Alas ! that sorrow should give birth
To sig hs and tears , In after years ; Blighting and drowning All the joys of youth—Whether of fancy born , or unfeigned truth—And crowning With a coronal of care Temples that else were bare !