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THE CRESCENT AND THE CROSS. [chap, xvn,
The dazzled dew will think thine eyes
Are suns, and vanish from the roses.
Allah ! how my heart-strings stir !
Harp-like touched by thought of her !
Holy prophet! blessed be thou !,
Fairest maiden, hear my vow !
The rich red wine seems mantling high
Within thy cheeks, so roseate glowing,
And beauty-drunkenness through mine eye
Is all my fevered heart o'erflowing.
Blessed Allah ! send thy grace !
Blessed Allah ! make my face
White, before thy presence dread
Wakes to life the slumbering dead
THE CRESCENT AND THE CROSS. [chap, xvn,
The dazzled dew will think thine eyes
Are suns, and vanish from the roses.
Allah ! how my heart-strings stir !
Harp-like touched by thought of her !
Holy prophet! blessed be thou !,
Fairest maiden, hear my vow !
The rich red wine seems mantling high
Within thy cheeks, so roseate glowing,
And beauty-drunkenness through mine eye
Is all my fevered heart o'erflowing.
Blessed Allah ! send thy grace !
Blessed Allah ! make my face
White, before thy presence dread
Wakes to life the slumbering dead