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− | ... | + | {{Style P-Poem|poem=A desert, a shadeless desert; |
| + | :: Oh, wildly the storm doth sweep ! |
| + | And I bury my unprotected head |
| + | :: In the pitiless sand and weep. |
| + | |
| + | The wild winds sweep around me, |
| + | :: Moaning, in hopeless song : |
| + | “ ’Tis nothing but sandy desert |
| + | :: Forever and ever on. |
| + | |
| + | “ No shady land of peace |
| + | :: Will gladden your heavy eye. |
| + | Oh, give the hopeless journey o’er |
| + | :: Rise not—lie here and die.” |
| + | |
| + | But a ridge o’er the sandy desert– |
| + | :: A ''track'', o’er the dusty plain, |
| + | Sends hope to my fainting heart, |
| + | :: And I start on my journey again |
| + | For I know that One before me |
| + | :: Hath travelled the desert o’er ; |
| + | Thank God ! for that print in the sand, |
| + | ''Where a foot hath trod before !'' |
| + | }} |