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THE WATER OF EL ARBAÏN.

Yet onward still with trembling limbs we trod,
  As erst the chosen flock ;
And saw where legend saith their prophet's rod
  Had cleft the eternal rock.

But thence, alas ! no crystal streams now rolled
  The thirsty soul to bless ;
Alone remained, of all those marvels old,
  The fiery wilderness.

At length with blackened lip and bloodshot eye,
  Scorched by the Simoom's breath,
I turned in anguish toward the brazen sky,
  And prayed for drink — or death.

Then darkness gathered o'er my swimming sight,
  Fast whirled the dizzy brain,
And the hot fever-throb, with fuller might,
  Coursed through each bursting vein.