Mathal Name. - Book Of Parables.

From heaven there fell upon the foaming wave     A timid drop; the flood with anger roared,     But God, its modest boldness to reward,     Strength to the drop and firm endurance gave.     Its form the mussel captive took,     And to its lasting glory and renown,     The pearl now glistens in our monarch's crown,     With gentle gleam and loving look.                         1819.*      -     BULBUL'S song, through night hours cold,     Rose to Allah's throne on high;     To reward her melody,     Giveth he a cage of gold.     Such a cage are limbs of men,     Though at first she feels confin'd,     Yet when all she brings to mind,     Straight the spirit sings again.                         1819.*      -     IN the Koran with strange delight     A peacock's feather met my sight:     Thou'rt welcome in this holy place,     The highest prize on earth's wide face!     As in the stars of heaven, in thee,     God's greatness in the small we see;     For he whose gaze whole worlds bath bless'd     His eye hath even here impress'd,     And the light down in beauty dress'd,     So that e'en monarchs cannot hope     In splendour with the bird to cope.     Meekly enjoy thy happy lot,     And so deserve that holy spot!                         1815.      -     ALL kinds of men, both small and great,     A fine-spun web delight to create,     And in the middle they take their place,     And wield their scissors with wondrous grace.     But if a besom should sweep that way:     "What a most shameful thing," they say,     "They've crush'd a mighty palace to-day."                         1815.      -     IT IS GOOD.     IN Paradise while moonbeams play'd,     Jehovah found, in slumber deep,     Adam fast sunk; He gently laid     Eve near him, she, too, fell asleep.     There lay they now, on earth's fair shrine,     God's two most beauteous thoughts divine.     When this He saw, He cried: 'Tis Good!!!     And scarce could move from where He stood.     No wonder, that our joy's complete     While eye and eye responsive meet,     When this blest thought of rapture moves us     That we're with Him who truly loves us,     And if He cries: Good, let it be!     'Tis so for both, it seems to me.     Thou'rt clasp'd within these arms of mine,     Dearest of all God's thoughts divine!                         1815.