SANCTUARY
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SUN
fades the rosiest plaster,
Sand wears the sill away,
But the buildings of the Master
Must stand till Judgment Day.
The sky shall roof my chancel,
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The
desert be its floor,—
All lesser plans I cancel
Than these forevermore.
Its walls shall be the ranges,
Rose-ash and blue and dun,
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Where
the light shifts and changes—
A tapestry of the sun.
There will I have in winter
A bluebird for my choir,
And sunrise there will enter
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| To touch
my soul with fire,
Where hoarfrost shot with morning
For the Lord’s carpet lies,
With gleaming snows adorning
His walls of Paradise.
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The wind among the yuccas
Will be the organ tone,
Bearing the word it utters
In music all its own.
There will I think on Beauty
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Her
other names to know,—
Learning the mystic duty
Of suppliants long ago.
The azure noons will teach me
The wisdom of the trail,
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And
the great stillness reach me
Beyond the farthest hail.
And there, his least evangel,
At sundown will I stand,
Until the Desert Angel
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| Shall
bring me my command. |
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Yucca
Loma Ranch,
Victorville, California.
February, 1925. |
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