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t vision beyond the sea, The very place where my well must be. "God heard my prayer in that evil day; He led my feet in their homeward way, "From false mirage and dried-up well, And the hot sand storms of a land of hell, "Till I saw at last through the coast-hill's gap, A city held in its stony lap, "The mosques and the domes of scorched Muscat, And my heart leaped up with joy thereat; "For there was a ship at anchor lying, A Christian flag at its mast-head flying, "And sweetest of sounds to my homesick ear Was my native tongue in the sailor's cheer. "Now the Lord be thanked, I am back again, Where earth has springs, and the skies have rain, "And the well I promised by Oman's Sea, I am digging for him in Amesbury." His kindred wept, and his neighbors said "The poor old captain is out of his head." But from morn to noon, and from noon to night, He toiled at his task with main and might; And when at last, from the loosened earth, Under his spade the stream gushed forth, And fast as he climbed to his deep well's brim, The water he dug for followed him, He shouted for joy: "I have kept my word, And here is the well I promised the Lord!" The long years came and the long years went, And he sat by his roadside well content; He watched the travellers, heat-oppressed, Pause by the way to drink and rest, And the sweltering horses dip, as they drank, Their nostrils deep in the cool, sweet tank, And grateful at heart, his memory went Back to that waterless Orient, And the blessed answer of prayer, which came To the earth of iron and sky of flame. And when a wayfarer weary and hot, Kept to the mid road, pausing not For the well's refreshing, he shook his head; "He don't know the value of water," he said; "Had he prayed for a drop, as I have done, In the desert circle of sand and sun, "He would drink and rest, and go home to tell That God's best gift is the wayside well!" AN OUTDOOR RECEPTION. The substance of these lines, hastily pencilled several years ago, I find among such of my unprinted scraps as have escaped the waste-basket and the fire. In transcribing it I have made some changes, additions, and omissions. On these green banks,
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