POEMS Once
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he upward, he will perch Tuba's ' golden bough; His home is on that fruited arch flies
On
Which
cools the blest below.
world of ours His wings my Phoenix spread. How gracious falls on land and sea If over this
The
soul-refreshing shade!
Either world inhabits he. Sees oft below him planets
His body
Of
roll;
of air compact. Allah's love, his soul. is all
FAITH Plunge
in your angry waves. Defying doubt and care. And the flowing of the seven broad seas Shall never wet thy hair.
on thee Bending with love benign? Thou too on Allah's countenance Is Allah's face
O fairest!
turnest thine.
And though thy
fortune and thy form
Be broken, waste and void, Though suns be spent, of thy life-root
No
fibre is destroyed. 1
The Tree
of Life.,