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Refreshed, I sat me down to weave a crown of lotus leaves
And lilies fair, and while I sat in a sweet
Revery, dreaming of life and hope, I saw
A little wicker-basket hidden among
The flags and lilies of the Nile, and I called
My maidens and said, " Nillias and Osiria
Bring me that little ark which floats beside
The stream." They ran and brought me a precious burden.
'Twas an ark woven with rushes and daubed
With slime, and in it l;tv a sleeping child
His little hand amid his clustering curls,
And a bright flush upon his glowing cheek.
He wakened with a smile, and reached out his hand To meet the welcome of the mother's kiss,
When strange faces met his gaze, and he drew back With a grieved, wondering look, while disappoint ment
Shook the quivering lip that missed the mother's Wonted kiss, and the babe lifted his voice and wept. Then my heart yearned towards him, and I resolved That I would brave my father's wrath and save The child ; but while I stood gazing upon
His wondrous beauty, I saw beside Pie
A Hebrew girl, her eves bent on me
With an eager, questioning Iook, and drawing Near, she timidly said, "shall I call a nurse?'
I bade her go she soon returned, and with her
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