The Desert Pilgrims

Venerable fathers sober, 

And venerable mothers dear!

Blessed henceforth are the children

Whose hearts like God’s flock do draw near!


Blessed the cup of thy bounty

And blest thine enchanter’s flutes

The enchantment is not one of dread folly

But of the miracles found in the book


Greet us with every warm tenderness

And meet us with every sad care

Some of us bring of our riches

And others walk ragged and bare


But so long as we look to the Master

Of your house, and their house and mine

We shall never yet fail of his bounty

Love, pour us your oil and your wine!


Images from Pixabay. 

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