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 is he come,
 * o'er the sand-ocean riding!
 * The Prophet, the Lord, the Unerring One,
 * to us, to us is he come,
 * o'er the sand-ocean sailing!
 * Wake the flute and the drum!
 * The Prophet, the Prophet is come!

ANITRA
 * His courser is white as the milk is
 * that streams in the rivers of Paradise.
 * Bend every knee! Bow every head!
 * His eyes are as bright-gleaming, mild-beaming stars.
 * Yet none earth-born endureth
 * the rays of those stars in their blinding splendour!
 * Through the desert he came.
 * Gold and pearl-drops sprang forth on his breast.
 * Where he rode there was light.
 * Behind him was darkness;
 * behind him raged drought and the simoom.
 * He, the glorious one, came!
 * Through the desert he came,
 * like a mortal apparelled.
 * Kaaba, Kaaba stands void;-
 * he himself hath proclaimed it!

THE CHORUS OF GIRLS
 * Wake the flute and the drum!
 * The Prophet, the Prophet is come!
 * [They continue the dance, to soft music.]

PEER
 * I have read it in print-and the saying is true-
 * that no one's a prophet in his native land.-
 * This position is very much more to my mind