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Show The Lure of the Desert. Have you slept in a tent alone a tent Out under the desert sky Where a thousand thousand desert miles All silent, 'round you lie? The dust of the aeons of ages dead. And the people that trampled by! , Have you looked in the desert's painted cup, Have you smelled at dawn the wild sage musk. Have you seen the lightning flashing up From the grounds, in the desert dusk? Have you heard the song in the desert rain (Like the undertone of a wordless rhyme), Have you watched the glory of colors flame In its marvel of blossom time? Have you lain with your face in your hands, afraid Face down flat down on your face and prayed, , , While the terrible sand storm whirled and swirled In its soundless fury, and hid the world And quenched the sun in its yellow glare Just you, and your soul, and nothing, there? If you have, then you know, for you've felt its spell, The lure of the desert land. And if you have not, then I could not tell For you could not understand. Madge Morris in Lippincott's. |