Sketches of Southern lifeHarper, Frances Ellen Watkins
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Sketches of Southern life
Harper, Frances Ellen Watkins
African Americans -- Poetry; Southern States -- Poetry
And when Shemai counselled him
The temple door to close,
To hide, lest he should fall a prey
Unto his cruel foes.
Strong in his faith, he answered, “No,
He would oppose the tide,
Should such as he from danger flee,
And in the temple hide?”
We wrought in earnest faith and hope
Until we built the wall,
And then, unto a joyful feast
Did priest and people call.
We came to dedicate the wall
With sacrifice and joy—
A happy throng, from aged sire
Unto the fair-haired boy.
Our lips so used to mournful songs,
Did joyous laughter fill,
And strong men wept with sacred joy
To stand on Zion’s hill.
Mid scoffing foes and evil men,
We built our city blest,
And ’neath our sheltering vines and palms
To-day in peace we rest.
SHALMANEZER,
_PRINCE OF COSMAN_.
BY MRS. FRANCES E. W. HARPER.
Shalmanezer, Prince of Cosman, stood on the threshold of manly life,
having just received a rich inheritance which had been left him by his
father.
He was a magnificent-looking creature—the very incarnation of manly
strength and beauty. The splendid poise of his limbs, the vigor and
litheness of his motions, the glorious light that flashed from his
splendid dark eyes, the bright joyous smiles that occasionally wreathed
his fresh young lips, and the finely-erect carriage of his head, were
enough to impress the beholder with the thought, “Here is an athlete
armed for a glorious strife!”
While Shalmanezer was thinking upon his rich inheritance and how he
should use it, he suddenly lifted his eyes and saw two strange-looking
personages standing near him. They both advanced towards Shalmanezer
when they saw their presence had attracted his attention.
The first one that approached the young man and addressed him, was named
Desire. He was a pleasant-looking youth, with a flushed face, and eager,
restless eyes. He looked as if he had been pursuing a journey, or had
been grasping at an object he had failed to obtain. There was something
in his manner that betrayed a want of rest—a look in his eyes which
seemed to say, “I am not satisfied.” But when he approached, he smiled
in the most seductive manner, and, reaching out his hand to Shalmanezer
said:
“I have come to welcome thee to man’s estate, and for thy enjoyment, I
have brought thee three friends who will lead thee into the brightest
paths, and press to thy lips the sweetest elixirs.”
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