Lord, Thou hast made me young and fair at Thine own waters’ healing,
Pleasing and fair to mankind in the flood of Thy bountiful will.
Wherefore in joy now Thy children come, flying exultant and eager;
Now is thine ancient earth remade by Thy powerful word.
Lord, unto Thee be the glory! Thine is the bloom of the desert.
Hasten, O men of the mist-hills! Welcome, ye sons of the Lord! (Text.)
—McCready Sykes, The Atlantic Monthly.
(1682)
Isolation, Fatal—See [Resources, Exhausted].
Issue, A Consequential—See [Consequences].