Ye build! ye build! but ye enter not in,
Mrs. Sigourney
Like the tribes whom the desert devoured in their sin;
From the land of promise ye fade and die,
Ere its verdure gleams forth on your wearied eye.
Ye build! ye build! but ye enter not in,
Mrs. Sigourney
Like the tribes whom the desert devoured in their sin;
From the land of promise ye fade and die,
Ere its verdure gleams forth on your wearied eye.