From life's enchantments, 



Desire of place, 

 From lust of getting, 



Turn thou away and set thy face 

 Toward the wilderness. 



With awful judgment, 



The law, the rod, 

 With soft allurements 



And comfortable words, will God 

 Pass o'er the wilderness. 



The bitter waters 



Are healed and sweet; 

 The ample heavens 



Pour angels' bread about thy feet, 

 Throughout the wilderness. 



The tents of Jacob 



As valleys spread, 

 As goodly cedars 



Or fair lign aloes, white and red, 

 Shall share thy wilderness. 



And Carmel's glory 



Thou thoughtest gone, 

 And Sharon's roses, 

 The excellency of Lebanon, 



Delight thy wilderness! 



Anna Bunston. 



