Detdiar sidj as efterluket wurden.
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Yet onward still with trembling limbs we trod,
As erst the chosen flock ;
And saw where legend saith their prophet's rod
Had cleft the eternal rock.
But thence, alas ! no crystal streams now rolled
The thirsty soul to bless ;
Alone remained, of all those marvels old,
The fiery wilderness.
At length with blackened lip and bloodshot eye,
Scorched by the Simoom's breath,
I turned in anguish toward the brazen sky,
And prayed for drink — or death.
Then darkness gathered o'er my swimming sight,
Fast whirled the dizzy brain,
And the hot fever-throb, with fuller might,
Coursed through each bursting vein.