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 There was not a voice to cheer her
  Not a soul to share her fate;
 She was weary, he was fainting,—
  And life seemed so desolate.

 Far away in sunny Egypt
  Was lone Hagar's native land;
 Where the Nile in kingly bounty
  Scatters bread with gracious hand.

 In the tents of princely Abram
  She for years had found a home;
 Till the stern decree of Sarah
  Sent her forth the wild to roam.

 Hour by hour she journeyed onward
  From the shelter of their tent,
Till her footsteps slowly faltered
 And the water all was spent;

Then she veiled her face in sorrow,
 Feared her child would die of thirst;
Till her eyes with tears so holden
 Saw a sparkling fountain burst.

Oh! how happy was that mother,
 What a soothing of her pain;