A Fine Dramatic Poem

A fine Dramatic Poem
1345

In the play on “Rahab,” by Mr Richard Burton, occurs
some beautiful lines that fit peculiarly with the present situa-
tion in our city They are as follows:

“Last night I had a dream
Being o’erwatched and weary In my sleep
I stood upon the battlements, and lo!
It seemed this town was razed to the ground,
With all its people and its palaces
Prone, and its erstwhile buzz of traffic still
And then, upon the leavings of our life
(All happened as a mist before my gaze)
Arose fair buildings and the sound of prayer;
And priests did chant JEHOVAH-such the name-
And like a flash I knew it for the truth
And fell in worship; for his realm was pure”