The wilderness and lonesome moorOffer glad psalms of praise to Thee,And deserts drear rejoice, and pourAt Love's dear shrine, their symphony.

Dry parched ground is now a pool,The barren waste a living spring,Wild rocky lair a woodland coolWhere streams and birds forever sing.

November 9, 1935

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