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Rh From Nature’s face, that simple flower
 * The lilies of sin and sadness swept;

And Magian pile and Paynim bower
 * In peace like that of Eden slept.

Each Moslem tomb, and cypress old,
 * Looked holy through the sunset air;

And, angel-like, the Muezzin told
 * From tower and mosque the hour of prayer.

With cheerful steps, the morrow’s dawn
 * From Shiraz saw the stranger part;

The Star-flower of the Virgin-Born
 * Still blooming in his hopeful heart!

always as the whirlwind’s rush
 * On Horeb’s mount of fear,

Not always as the burning bush
 * To Midian’s shepherd seer,