THE BURNING BUSH

Still in the lone, the desert place There grows the bush that burns with fire And yet is not consumed; no trace Of heat or smoke has singed its spire.

Whoever turns as Moses turned Aside to look at this great sight— Why the bush burns but is not burnt— May see an angel by its light,

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