Show MOJAVE DESERT I is the holl of Nature And these are the devils there Tho dovll of Thirst and the one moro ziccurst Tho dcyll of deep Despair Not thither tho halfstarved vulture May seek for his carrion game Tim 0 daring thing he would wither awing Like a moth at the candles flame Yet Into this hell of Nature A fair temptress lures men on Jn her wanton hold Is lie Hope of Gold On her lips Is tho Sirens song But woo to tho hapless miner ho follows her trackless way For his feet arc damned by tho flaming sand And his head by tho suns fierce ray JNloJavo Is full of their wreckage They Mo without cerements Not graven Planes but whltnnod bones Aro their mocking monuments R J D |