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Abraham

 The rivulet-loving wanderer Abraham
Through waterless wastes tracing his fields of pasture
Led his Chaldean herds and fattening flocks
With the meandering art of wavering water
That seeks and finds, yet does not know its way.
He came, rested and prospered, and went on, Scattering behind him little pastoral kingdoms, And over each one its own particular sky, Not the great rounded sky through which he journeyed, That went with him but when he rested changed.
His mind was full of names Learned from strange peoples speaking alien tongues, And all that was theirs one day he would inherit.
He died content and full of years, though still The Promise had not come, and left his bones, Far from his father's house, in alien Canaan.

by Edwin Muir
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