Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1908-12-19

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All that Is nine Is thine. kiaainl'
said MefWan NJ paftifig
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Yes, an save that upon which my
hands are pUsS me Mhl!ah W1Il KNOW
and have care OF that in the holy hoGrS
bnt--go. Nor larry nor forget We tha
hour OF roses GO and God DC mlndfut
of thee, Glory to Allan!
a moment later aud the young pill
caravan--a molly assembly OF cainets'
mules, and donkeNs mu!eteefs, phi
srims, and camei-drtvers-creeplhg
away to the westward. while IN the
east and over all the sun was reIgntng.
Far away. yet ever near, hish above
rolling hills and surrounding plain
doomed Noah's mountain, Ararat;
crowned with clouds and robed In rosy
snow soft-Cnted by the sun; lonely,
grand, aud solitary; a hitting place
for the resting Of the ark at the SOL
cmn death hour ofan older race and the
birth of new generation"
1t was holy day. Priests We're
praying in the mosques, pilgrims wend-
ing their way to Mecca, shepherds like
those of old calling to their flocks.each
In the open places of the snow The
winter was present, and the spring Tar
away, yet the sunshine while tempered
by clouds, was 1mparting q touch OF
the soft season with Its light and life
and JOY.
Merwan, the rug-naSer, immovahle
as bronze statue, gazed long to the
westward till the creeping pilgrimage
melted into the desert. Then back
through the hills to his hamlet and
loom he passed, with the bearing of a
Persian prince.
20, perfect day." he mur,nured &C.
statically, wherein it is enough for ME
to know Gods will is being done!"
The spirit of the spring was quick
ening In the land of the Magi. Soft
SHOWS and the landscape glimmered in
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raiment new and radiant. In the low
lands. the peasants were turning the
soil with their plows. The purring
of Persian water wheel carried the
tidings Of swollen rivers dispensing
liquid notes of a bird floating high
among the green and purple hills,
thrilled the air with its joy OF new
born wings, while the wild perfume of
an early flower stirred the sense with
its message of a second birth.
The winter had passed. All nature
was throbbing with the unseen forces
of immortal life
1t was the hour OF midday devotion.
Upon his prayer rug, with his pale fore
head touching the floor, Merwan. the
weaver, knelt in long and silent sup
plication Within that sanctuary, where
tapestries Of unimaginable beauty COW
cred the crude walls, the vast sol tude
of the desert seemed to abide, filed
with soul and with heaven all about;
populace of abundant life in light and
color, cloud and mist, sun, moon, and
stars, and thought companions. 1t was
a shrine where angels might descend
to watch over a soul left alone like a
lamb on the plain.
A familiar step aroused the suppliant.
and a Mullah, the faithful priest of the
prophet. darkened the portal.
..By the heart and soul of the founder
OF the faith may Allah chasten thee
in pain" the holy one gave greeting
ana particular blessing.
"Glorv to Allah, and His win be
done" murmured Merwan. stlll pros
tratc.
From the Koran the NIullah chanted,
..AnueIs como among Won bv dav
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