Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1879-05-31
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The beautiful poem, called then 'Not Dsad
uu. hlsen, which was read at the memorial
attention, and it's publication was Followed by
inquiry and discussion as to it, authorsh 40.
Inns Mas nnally rightly attributed 20 Edwin
los ny itsan h,g, si, parrister I'VE believe) who
mas wiiI.en out little. but that little OF singular
peauIy anu PeIIectness. A lady OF this city So
1ourning In London, Mrs Louisa Andrews, had
peSehy s sr US corrected copy OF the poem
outaiLeu from the author himself accomr,any
ibg IL Win these words: I'm note TO me- MI
Arnold says or these lines ana m fhoso ,-orx,
Striking ana touching verses, .She is dead.
duced In American publications generate nh
some other name attached and, what ia worsa
win gross mlsprlnts and mistakes For ex '
ailp,e, ha I'LL Ia the line you quote should be
,Azan, tne hour OF afternoon prayers In Mos
ZEN communities. This think is the only mis-
Any vi ,nlor,ahce 10 the lines as they appeared
III Tue hel1oaoon, But feel that you win per-
maps oe pleaSed 10 have every word OF thts
peautllul poem as IL came from the brain and
manu- on the author, and therefore send Won thi q
perfectly accurate copy" knowing that the
Ia .his satisfaction, We reprint the poem in it,
authentic form: '
AFTER DEATH IN ARABIA.
he tcho died at A zda sensS
THIS ia con. rot all his rrisssds
Faithful friends. titles know,
Paie and white and cold as snow.
And ye say "Abdullah's dead"
weeping ut the feet and head
can see your falling tears
Yet ean s near yo our sishs and prayers,
- am not the thing you kiss
lease Your tears. aid Iet il lie.
III uds mike, il is not L /"
sweet friends. what the women lave.
For ITS last bed of the grave
ts hut which am quitting
IL garment Lo more fitting,
II cage. from which at last,
Like hawk, my soul hath PASSED
love Tie Inmate. not the room
lie wearer, not the garb-the plume
VI the falcon, not the bars
Winch kept him from the splendid stars,
Loving friends. BE WISE and dry
What ye hft upon the bier
Is not worth wistful tear.
us an empty ea-shell-one
out Of which the pearl has gone.
4 ne shell Is broken-it lies there;
The pearl the all, the soul is here.
LIS an eafthen Jar whose lid
Allah sealed. the while il hid
That treasure Of his treasury
nIlhd THAT loved him; let il lie,
Let the shard be eartll's once more
Since the gold shines in His store,
Allah glorious. Allah good.
Now thy world is unde rstood;
nov the long, long wonder ends.
Att We weep, my erring frieUds
Mmle the man whom ye call dead.
Ia unspoken bliss. instead,
Lives and loves YOU; lost tits true
By such light as shines for YOU;
OF unfulflled felicity
Lives life that never dies
Farewell friends. Yet not farewell.
Where L am, ye too shall dwell
am gone before your face
moments time little sIeca.
When ye come where have stepnad
le will wonder why ye went:
le viii know, by wise love taught
That here is all, and there is naught
Weep awhile. if ye are fain-
Sunshine still must follow rain:
Only not at death-for death
Now know, is that first breath
Which our souls draw when we enter
Life, which is OF all life center
BE We certain all seems love-
View from Allah's throne above:
BE ye stout of heart, and come
Brayely onward to your home,
Ia 4 iLah dla auah! yea,
Thou Love divine. Thou Love Away,
lie that died at Azdn care
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