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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Oct 23, 1913

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 90, No. 43.

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GENERAL ARTICLES
GENERAL ARTICLES

To the Desert

By Arthur W. Spaulding

ARTHUR W. SPAULDING
O WASTE and desert land, Child of chaotic wrath, Heaving with time-scarred hand Thy curses on my path, Wild are thy beetling brows, Parched is thy naked breast, Guarding thine ancient vows Of hate that knows no rest.
Whether with puny strength Man seeks thy niggard wells Or crawls thy burning length Through everlasting hells, Pitiless, cruel, stark, Thou holdest forth his fate, Dost set on him thy mark, And point his ultimate.
Thou, too, thou scourge of God, Struck on a rebel world, Thou, too, shalt feel the rod, And to the dust be hurled. Fixed is thy kingdom's space,— One black millennium; Then shall they hide thy face, And God's fair Eden come.
Canon Diablo, Ariz.