Thinking black; 22 years without a break in the long grass of Central ...

"God hath His deserts broad and brown,
A solitude—a sea of sand-
On which He lets Heaven's curtain down,
Unknit by His Almighty Hand."
**Then Israel sang this song:
Spring up, O well ; sing ye unto it"
Numbers xxi. 17.
Long the blessed Guide has led me
By the desert road
Now I see the golden towers-
City of my God.
There amidst the love and glory
He is waiting yet;
On His hands a name is graven
He can ne'er forget."
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