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God heard the lad, And from his radiant home an angel spake: "What aileth thee, O Hagar? GOD HEARD THE LAD AND FROM HIS RADIANT HOME AN ANGEL SPAKE WHAT AILETH THEE O HAGAR
 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. 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." On, still on, Through arid plains, with blistering feet, Beneath a burning sky, they toil along. The lad no longer talks of birds and flowers, But begs for water--water just to cool His parching throat; and likely 'twas that when Noon's shadows mirrored the encircling hills, He saw the empty flask, and must at last Have fainted on the scorching sand. We read That Hagar cast him 'neath a shrub, and then, Withdrawing quite a space, she prayed, "O God, Let me not see his death!" and so sank down Upon the ground to watch him where he lay, And wept such tears as touched the world on high With sympathy divine. ILLED 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 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 ON STILL ON THROUGH ARID PLAINS WITH BLISTERING FEET BENEATH A BURNING SKY THEY TOIL ALONG THE LAD NO LONGER TALKS OF BIRDS AND FLOWERS BUT BEGS FOR WATER WATER JUST TO COOL HIS PARCHING THROAT AND LIKELY TWAS THAT WHEN NOON'S SHADOWS MIRRORED THE ENCIRCLING HILLS HE SAW THE EMPTY FLASK AND MUST AT LAST HAVE FAINTED ON THE SCORCHING SAND WE READ THAT HAGAR CAST HIM NEATH A SHRUB AND THEN WITHDRAWING QUITE A SPACE SHE PRAYED O GOD LET ME NOT SEE HIS DEATH AND SO SANK DOWN UPON THE GROUND TO WATCH HIM WHERE HE LAY AND WEPT SUCH TEARS AS TOUCHED THE WORLD ON HIGH WITH SYMPATHY DIVINE
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