The Lamp in the Desert

By

Ethel M. Dell

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lamps that gleam in the city,

Lamps that flare on the wall,

Lamps that shine on the ways of men,

Kindled by men are all.

But the desert of burnt-out ashes,

Which only the lost have trod,

Dark and barren and flowerless,

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