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| For his o'erarching and last lesson the greybeard sufi, |
| In the fresh scent of the morning in the open air, |
| On the slope of a teeming Persian rose-garden, |
| Under an ancient chestnut-tree wide spreading its branches, |
| 5 | Spoke to the young priests and students. |
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| "Finally my children, to envelop each word, each part of the rest, |
| Allah is all, all, all — is immanent in every life and object, |
| May-be at many and many-a-more removes — yet Allah, Allah, Allah is there. |
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| "Has the estray wander'd far? Is the reason-why strangely hidden? |
| 10 | Would you sound below the restless ocean of the entire world? |
| Would you know the dissatisfaction? the urge and spur of every life; |
| The something never still'd — never entirely gone? the invisible need of every seed? |
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| "It is the central urge in every atom, |
| (Often unconscious, often evil, downfallen,) |
| 15 | To return to its divine source and origin, however distant, |
| Latent the same in subject and in object, without one exception." |
