Deep in the desert's fiery heart-
From bloom and verdure far apart-
A fountain thrusts its helping hand
Up through the arid, burning sand;
And lo! embroidery of green
Along its silent course was seen;
Its waters wandered o'er the plain
To bless 'The Land of Little Rain.'

So in some desert-place of life,
Where drouth prevails, and storms are rife,
Some healing fountain, hid from sight,
Some radiant sun of love and light,
Some potent sovereign of the hour,
Asserts its strange, mysterious power-
Repeats the miracle of spring,
And sets the desert blossoming.