Classic Poem

Superb in viceregal habiliments,
With Pharaoh's ring on his hand,
He stood in the chamber of porphyry,
The chief of the land

Sedate, like a king, and yet tenderly
He gazed in the wanderers' eyes,
While meekly they bended and timidly
Looked up in surprise

His father, the pastures of Palestine,
The gladness of infancy's years,
Arose on his vision, and suddenly
He melted in tears.

“Behold me, the darling of Israel!”
He cried. “Doth my father yet live?
Mourn not that ye sold me in slavery
God rules. I forgive.”