TO THE BEDOUIN ARABS <br />Children of Shem! Firstborn of Noah's race, <br />But still forever children; at the door <br />Of Eden found, unconscious of disgrace, <br />And loitering on while all are gone before; <br />Too proud to dig; too careless to be poor; <br />Taking the gifts of God in thanklessness, <br />Not rendering aught, nor supplicating more, <br />Nor arguing with Him when He hides His face. <br />Yours is the rain and sunshine, and the way <br />Of an old wisdom by our world forgot, <br />The courage of a day which knew not death. <br />Well may we sons of Japhet in dismay <br />Pause in our vain mad fight for life and breath, <br />Beholding you. I bow and reason not.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-love-sonnets-of-proteus-part-iv-vita-nova-cxi/
