A STORY OF THE NILE.
THE PARTING.—CHAPTER I.
kind and gracious princess, more than friend,
I've come to thank thee for thy goodness,
And to breathe into thy generous ears
My last and sad farewell. I go to join
The fortunes of my race, and to put aside
All other bright advantages, save
The approval of m v conscience and the need
Of rightly doing.
What means, my son, this strange election?
What wild chimera floats across thy mind,'
What sudden impulse, moves thy soul ? Thou who
Hast only trod the court of kings, why seek
Instead the paths of labor ? Thou, whose limbs
Have known no other garb than that which well
Befits our kingly state, why rather choose
The badge of servitude and toil?