this is
the tent of my anticipation
at the entrance of which
Sarah laughing stands
this is
the hilltop of my affliction
upon which
Isaac lies bewildered bound
this is
the spring of my abandonment
to which
Hagar has weeping fled
this is
the mill of my aspirations
at which
Samson blinded labors
this is
the geography of my faith
in which
in me my Saviour lives
Sean Kinsella
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