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Rh By that resplendent Father of the Kings; Kings lying here in glory, all embalm'd, And jewell'd o'er with slumbering talismans, Asleep in their immense sarcophagi.

Yonder, on burning sands of Libya, Unmoved the tranquil-featured Sphinx beheld Abraham, Homer, Solon, all the wise Of every clime, who came, and saw, and wonder'd; Who pass'd, leaving a heritage to man; Beheld dissolving dynasties of Kings, And all their people, pageant-like unroll'd Before His face; they, with o'erwhelming pillars Of desert sand before the whirlwind's breath, Pass'd in loud pomp, and were not any more; The silent Sphinx regarding, as to-day, Beyond them all, serene Eternity!

There that colossal Memnon, while the Nile Pour'd like another morning all around Sweet life-engendering waters musical, Murmur'd melodious salutation,