Page:Felicia Hemans in The Monthly Magazine Volume 2 1826.pdf/3



In sunset's light, o'er Afric thrown, A wanderer proudly stood Beside the well-spring, deep and lone, Of Egypt's awful flood; The cradle of that mighty birth, So long a hidden thing to earth!

He heard its life's first murmuring sound, A low mysterious tone; A music sought, but never found, By kings and warriors gone; He listened—and his heart beat high— That was the song of victory!