Edwin Arnold

He who died at Azan sends
This to comfort all this friends:
Faithful friends! It lies I read more

He who died at Azan sends
This to comfort all this friends:
Faithful friends! It lies I know
Pale and white and cold as snow;
And ye say, "Abdallah's dead!"
Weeping at the feet and head.
I can see your falling tears,
I can hear your sighs and prayers;
Yet I smile and whisper this:
I am not the thing you kiss.
Cease your tears and let it lie;
It was mine--it is not I.

That what will come, and must come, shall come well.

That what will come, and must come, shall come well.

That rich celestial music thrilled the air
From hosts on hosts shining ones, who thronged
Eastward and read more

That rich celestial music thrilled the air
From hosts on hosts shining ones, who thronged
Eastward and westward, making bright the night.

What good I see humbly I seek to do,
And live obedient to the law, in trust
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What good I see humbly I seek to do,
And live obedient to the law, in trust
That what will come, and must come, shall come well.

Early violets blue and white
Dying for their love of light.

Early violets blue and white
Dying for their love of light.