O, what a Throb of Toil is in my Heart! What Shrine's crowd-trodden Soil is in my Heart! The Spring has come; again the Sower sows, And all the Season's Moil is in my Heart. The Veil which hid the World's fair face is drawn; Disclosed, its inmost Coil is in my Heart. The Heart must higher rise, than setting Suns; The Sun-dance nought can foil is in my Heart. The Heart has well been named the Shah's own throne; And warm anointing Oil is in my Heart. The Heart's deep Ocean rolls a thousand waves; And rich Pearl-diver's Spoil is in my Heart. Jeláleddín! The Heart is sure both Mine and Mint; For Fire, as Gold did boil, is in my Heart. Not Deaf to Love XXII. O Brother hear! Be deaf no more, to Love: Thy heart now open to its Core, to Love! Hast thou in Pride, all vain, upraised thy Head? Come bend it now down to the Floor, to Love. In Dust thou shalt new living Grace receive, As Spring awakes the Landscape frore, to Love. And once thou hast put on Love's Leaves and Flowers, Comes golden Fruit in Autumn hoar, to Love. And when thou fadest sere, then burn thyself; And give thy Ashes, all Earth bore, to Love. And wing'd, from Ashes wilt thou fairer rise; And with Love's highest Message soar, to Love. Assimilation XXIII New Sword from Maker's Hand, in Edge and Point all bright; See that in dirty Scabbard, it rust not, out of Sight! Gold that in Miser's Coffer, in Blackness meanly lay, Upon the Shah's Throne gleaming, becomes a World's Delight. When full Clouds pour the Rain-drops, lo! every glad Tree drinks; Fruits redden on the Apple tree, as Leaves grow pale in Fright. This Stalk an empty Pipe still, in that sweet Sugar swells; Yet both did sip the same Tank, at Morning, Noon, and Night. One Deer distils perfumed Musk, another bitterest Gall, Yet grazed together, side by side, upon the self-same Height. Two creeping Worms together fed upon the same green Leaf; One spins mere useless Theadlets, the other Silk aright. The Bee's Lip, and the Snake's sucked from the self-same Flower; The one made Honey's Sweetness, the other Poison's Bite. One dines, and all his Nutriment transmutes to Life divine; Another's Food is souring to Hatred and to Spite. One's Eyes drink Light till blinded; the other stores it up, And glows in rosy Brightness, Love-robed in red and white. Be pure in all thy Members, and from Nature's golden Tree Pluck God's own Blessing daily, and grow in Manhood's Might. Cleanliness XXIV.