Fainting by the Way

SWARTHY wastelands, wide and woodless, glittering miles and miles away, Where the south wind seldom wanders, and the winters will not stay; Lurid wastelands, pent in silence, thick with hot and thirsty sighs, Where the scanty thorn-leaves twinkle, with their haggard hopeless eyes; Furnaced wastelands, hunched with hillocks like to stony billows rolled Where the naked flats lie swerling, like a set of darken'd gold; Burning wastelands, glancing upwards with a weird and vacant stare, Where the languid heavens quiver, o'er red depths of stirless air!

"Oh! my brother, I am weary of this wildering waste of sand, In the noontide we can never travel to the promis'd land! Lo! the desert broadens round us, glaring wildly in my face, With long leagues of sunflame on it—O! the barren, barren place! See! behind us gleams a green plot; shall we thither turn and rest, Till a cool wind flutters over, till the Day is down the West! I would follow but I cannot! brother, let me here remain, For the heart is dead within me, and I may not rise again!"

"Wherefore stay to talk of fainting, rouse thee for a while, my friend, Evening hurries on our footsteps, and this journey soon will end— Wherefore stay to talk of fainting, when the sun, with sinking fire, Smites the blocks of broken thunder blackening yonder craggy spire? Even now the far off landscape broods and fills with coming change, And a wither'd moon grows brighter, bending o'er that shadow 'd range, At the feet of grassy summits sleeps a water calm and clear, There is surely rest beyond it, comrade, wherefore tarry here?

"Yet a little longer struggle, we have walkt a wilder plain, And have met more troubles, trust me, than we e'er will meet again! Can you think of all the dangers, you and I are living through, With a soul so weak and fearful—with the doubts I never knew? Dost thou not remember that the thorns are cluster'd with the rose; And that every Zin-like border may a pleasant land enclose? Oh! across these sultry deserts, many a fruitful scene we'll find And the blooms we gather shall be worth the wounds they leave behind!"

"Ah! my brother, it is useless!—see, o'erburdened with their load, All the friends, who went before us, full and filter by the road! We have come a weary distance, seeking what we may not get, And I think we are but children, chasing rainbows thro' the wet! Tell me not of vernal vallets! is it well to hold a reed Out for drowning men to clutch at, in the moments or then need? Go thy journey, on without me, it is better I should stay, Since my life is like an evening, fading, swooning fast away!

"Where are all the springs you talked of! Have I not, with pleading mouth, Looked to heaven, thro' a silence stifled in the crimson drouth? Have I not, with lips unsated, watched to see the fountains burst Where I searched the rocks for cisterns, and they only mocked my thirst! Oh! I dreamt of countries fertile, bright with lakes, and flashing rills, Leaping from their shady caverns, streaming round a thousand hills!— Leave me, brother, all is fruitless, barren, meisureless, and dry; And my God will never help me, though I pray, and faint, and die!"

"Up! I tell thee this is idle!—O, thou man of little faith, Doubting on the verge of Aidenn, turning now to covet death! By the fervent hopes within me,—by the strength which nerves my soul, By the heart that yearns to help thee, we shall live and reach the goal! Rise and lean thy weight upon me! Life is fair, and God is just, And He yet will show us fountains, if we only look and trust! Oh! I know it, and He leads us to the glens of stream and shade, Where the low sweet waters gurgle round the banks which cannot fade!"

Thus he spoke, my friend and brother, and he took me by the hand, And I think we walkt the desert till the night was on the land! Then we came to flowery hollows, where we heard a far off stream Singing in the moony twilight, like the rivers of my dream! And the balmy winds came tripping softly thro' the pleasant trees, And I thought they bore a murmur, like a voice from sleeping seas! So we travell'd—so we reached it, and I never more will part With the peace, as calm as sunset, folded round my weary heart.