Sometimes beneath a desert tree One sits in deepest gloom and night, When lo! an angel touches him, And bids him go to Horeb height. On Horeb, waiting patiently, Yet scarcely hoping to rejoice, Above the earthquake, fire, and wind, He hears in awe the "still small voice.
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