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Rh On his swift courser—o'er the burning wild, The Arab cometh. From his eager eye Flashes desire. Seeks he the sparkling wine Giving its golden colour to the cup? No!—to the gushing spring he flies, and deep Buries his scorching lip and laves his brow, And blesses Allah. Christian pilgrim, come! Thy brother of the Koran's broken creed Doth teach thee wisdom, and with courteous hand Nature, thy mother, holds the crystal cup And bids thee pledge her in the element Of temperance and health. Drink and be whole, And purge the fever-poison from thy veins, And pass in purity and peace, to taste The river flowing from the throne of God.