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THE BARREN I set my baho on the height, I cast my meal toward the sun; He rises from the sea of night, Across high heaven his course to run. Oh, did he gild the sacred meal, And has he marked me where I kneel? The brides are planting bahos, too; Their altar groups are near to mine, And in the dawn, against the blue, I see their snowy blankets shine. They pray for sheep; they pray for rain; I wot they will not pray in vain. A t O raioi, Arizona, in the Month o f the Soyaluna o'
