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 EL MIHRAB: THE HOLY OF HOLIES OF THE MOSQUE AT CORDOVA

ERE have men prayed a thousand years and more, Hastening from beggar's hut and kingly throne, Moslems and Christians kneeling on this stone Have furrowed it; as anguished tears that pour Down smooth fair cheeks slow hollow path- ways score, Here have they brought their grief, here made their moan And here each seeking heart has found its own If "Allah" or if "God" they did implore.

Down the long pillared aisles the organ's chaunt Rolls soft and distant, as through forests vast The wind at night makes solemn melodies, Borne on its rhythmic waves what visions haunt The dreamer's fancy of the storied past, What pageants, pathos, anguish, victories!