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THE BOOK OF PSALMS
The
rivers of a rainless land,
Which some far rain-world fills,
Go whispering through the leagues of sand
How blesséd were the hills.
Which some far rain-world fills,
Go whispering through the leagues of sand
How blesséd were the hills.
And we who walk a godless earth
Beneath a giftless sky
Drink living waters that had birth
Where Earth and Heaven were nigh.
Beneath a giftless sky
Drink living waters that had birth
Where Earth and Heaven were nigh.
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