"Praise to the Lord of all the universe!" "BEHOLD THOSE SPHERES" Behold those spheres for ever circling, bound With-scarves of azure, in their mystic round. See, their light mantles loosely floating throw A flood of radiance on the world below. See them pursuing through the night and day, True to their purpose, their triumphant way. Each, like a player's ball obedient, still Is moved and guided by superior will. One eastward from the west its journey bends, The other's ship to western waves descends. Each in due progress with alternate sway Lights the still night or cheers the busy day. One writes fair lines that promise golden joys: One with sad aspect bonds of bliss destroys. All, joying in their might, their task renew, And with untiring haste their course pursue. Onward for ever to the goal they press With feet and loins that know not weariness. Who learns the secret of their dark intent? Who knows on whom each wanderer's face is bent? LOVE No heart is that which love ne'er wounded: they Who know not lovers' pangs are soulless clay. Turn from the world, O turn thy wandering feet; Come to the world of Love and find it sweet. THE WAYS OF LOVE Once to his master a disciple cried:-- "To wisdom's pleasant path be thou my guide." "Hast thou ne'er loved?" the master answered; "learn The ways of love and then to me return." Drink deep of earthly love, that so thy lip May learn the wine of holier love to sip. But let not form too long thy soul entrance: Pass o'er the bridge; with rapid feet advance. If thou wilt rest, thine ordered journey sped, Forbear to linger at the bridge's head. "IF THE SUN'S SPLENDOUR NEVER DIED AWAY" In this orchestra full of vain deceit The drum of Being, each in turn, we beat. Each morning brings new truth to light and fame, And on the world falls lustre from a name. If in one constant course the ages rolled, Full many a secret would remain untold. If the sun's splendour never died away, Ne'er would the market of the stars be gay. If in our gardens endless frost were king, No rose would blossom at the kiss of Spring. THE BEAUTY OF ZULAIKHA