Poet in the Desert, The - Part 8
Nature, lay on me your cool and benedictive hands;
Wrap me in your beautiful mantle.
Bathe me in your clear pools
And draw into your bosom all my fever.
Wash me clean of man's filthy turmoil.
Release me to embark upon the clouds
Or wander with the vagabond winds.
Lift me upon sunrise and unlock for me the sunset gates.
Into your quiet tent let me invite my soul.
Give into my hands the stars
And from your invisible fountains
Shed on me the dew of Peace.
Wrap me in your beautiful mantle.
Bathe me in your clear pools
And draw into your bosom all my fever.
Wash me clean of man's filthy turmoil.
Release me to embark upon the clouds
Or wander with the vagabond winds.
Lift me upon sunrise and unlock for me the sunset gates.
Into your quiet tent let me invite my soul.
Give into my hands the stars
And from your invisible fountains
Shed on me the dew of Peace.
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