Midway Upon The Route, He Paused Athirst And Suddenly Across The Wastes Of Heat, He Saw Cool Waters Gleaming, And A Sweet Green Oasis Upon His Vision Burst. A Tender Dream, Long In His Bosom Nursed, Spread Love'S Illusive Verdure For His Feet; The Barren Sands Changed Into Golden Wheat; The Way Grew Glad That Late Had Seemed Accursed. She Shone, The Woman Wonder, On His Soul; The Garden Spot, For Which Men Toil And Wait; The House Of Rest, That Is Each Heart'S Demand; But When, At Last, He Reached The Gleaming Goal, He Found, Oh, Cruel Irony Of Fate, But Desert Sun Upon The Desert Sand.