HPB-SB-3-20

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vol. 3, p. 20

H. P. Blavatsky Scrapbooks

from Adyar archives of the International Theosophical Society

vol. 3 (1875-1878)

 

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< The Ancient City (continued from page 3-18) >

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Follow Thou Me

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 !

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