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With it I'll bring thee deer and fowl to dress, When by and by we reach a babbling stream Where we may safely dwell." WITH IT I'LL BRING THEE DEAR AND FOUL TO DRESS WHEN BY AND BY WE REACH A BABBLING STREAM WHERE WE MAY SAFELY DWELL
e heirs with thine and mine." Abraham was sad, for he had prayed, "O God, That Ishmael may dwell within thy sight!" And now the message came to him, "Fear not! In all that Sarah says list to her voice. In Isaac shall thy seed be called. Also I'll make of Hagar's son a nation great, Because he sprang from thee." Then Abraham rose At early dawn, and lading Egypt's child With water and with bread, sent her grief-worn With Ishmael to wander lone within Beersheba's wilderness. While yet the air Was cool, and nature locked in the embrace Of morn, likely the child was blithe and gay, Unheeding the sad face and drooping form Of her who doubtless turned from childhood's tents In tears of woe. Thrilled with his Arab blood He raced along; and thus to fancy's ear He prattled on: "O mother, do not weep! The Princess Sarah cannot chide us now. We're free! I love the wilderness! I love The earth and sky! Look at those birds, Far as the fleecy clouds! And here Are flowers with which to wreathe my bow. ER MOCKING CHILD FOR THEY CANNOT BE HEIRS WITH THINE AND MINE ABRAHAM WAS SAD FOR HE HAD PRAYED O GOD THAT ISHMAEL MAY DWELL WITHIN THY SIGHT AND NOW THE MESSAGE CAME TO HIM FEAR NOT IN ALL THAT SARAH SAYS LIST TO HER VOICE IN ISAAC SHALL THY SEED BE CALLED ALSO I'LL MAKE OF HAGAR SON A NATION GREAT BECAUSE HE SPRANG FROM THEE THEN ABRAHAM ROSE AT EARLY DAWN AND LADY EGYPT'S CHILD WITH WATER AND WITH BREAD SENT HER GRIEF WORN WITH ISHMAEL TO WANDER LONE WITHIN BATHSHEBA'S WILDERNESS WHILE YET THE AIR WAS COOL AND NATURE LOCKED IN THE EMBRACE OF MORN LIKELY THE CHILD WAS BLITHE AND GAY UNHEEDING THE SAD FACE AND DROOPING FORM OF HER WHO DOUBTLESS TURNED FROM CHILDHOOD'S TENTS IN TEARS OF WOE THRILLED WITH HIS AIR OF BLOOD HE RACED ALONG AND THUS TO FANCY'S EAR HE PRATTLED ON O MOTHER DO NOT WEEP THE PRINCESS SARAH CANNOT CHIDE US NOW WE ARE FREE I LOVE THE WILDERNESS I LOVE THE EARTH AND SKY LOOK AT THOSE BIRDS FAR AS THE FLEECY CLOUDS AND HERE ARE FLOWERS WITH WHICH TO WREATHE MY BOUGH
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