Lord and Lady Halifax in Arizona

DESERT MONKS

I SEE A MASTER ETCHING IN THE CRIMSON FLOOD OF DAWN, A THOUSAND MONKS ARE MARCHING WITH A PRAYER TO CHEER THEM ON.

THEIR EMERALD ARMS ARE REACHING EVER UPWARD THROUGH THE HAZE: I THINK THEY MUST BE PREACHING FOR THE SOULS OF OTHER DAYS.

THOSE SOULS IN ENDLESS SLEEPING IN THIS SILENT LAND OF DREAMS: THOSE SOULS THAT GOD IS KEEPING IN THE PATTERN OF HIS SCHEMES.

HOW RICH THEIR PLACE OF PASSING AND HOW SWEET MUST BE THEIR SLEEP WHERE DESERT MONKS ARE MASSING AND ARE MARCHING TWENTY DEEP.