"As from the bosom of her mystic fountains, Nile's sacred water windeth to the main, Flooding each vale embosomed 'mong the mountains, From far Alata's fields to Egypt's plain : So from the bosom of the Fount of Love, A golden stream of sympathy is gushing; And winding, first thro' intellect above, Then thro' each vale of mortal mind is rushing; Sweeping the heart of iceberg and of stone, Purging humanity of every blindness, Melting all spirits earthly into one, And leaving holiness and joy-'TIS KINDNESS." D. K. LEE. |