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And Allan he stood 'neath the withering sky
Of the barren, and barbarous, Araby—
O, children of nature, who boast a descent
From the sire of the Faithful; when sad Hagar went
From the anger of Sarah, and with her but one,
The offspring of Abram, Ishmael her son;
Ishmael, the Adam of Araby's race;
Ishmael, from whom a stain'd lineage ye trace;
Like Ishmael, still wand'ring by choice or by curse,
To the true son of promise for ever averse;
The sire whom you boast, faithful Abram, ador'd,
The Almighty, Jehovah, the Life, and the Lord.
Are you his descendants? then blush while you bow
To Mecca's impostor, the mark on his brow.
But the day may arrive when the Fountain of Light
Shall uncloud your conceptions, and strengthen your sight;
Then the sons of the base born Ishmael shall soar;
And the true Son of Promise accept and adore.
Of the barren, and barbarous, Araby—
O, children of nature, who boast a descent
From the sire of the Faithful; when sad Hagar went
From the anger of Sarah, and with her but one,
The offspring of Abram, Ishmael her son;
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Ishmael, from whom a stain'd lineage ye trace;
Like Ishmael, still wand'ring by choice or by curse,
To the true son of promise for ever averse;
The sire whom you boast, faithful Abram, ador'd,
The Almighty, Jehovah, the Life, and the Lord.
Are you his descendants? then blush while you bow
To Mecca's impostor, the mark on his brow.
But the day may arrive when the Fountain of Light
Shall uncloud your conceptions, and strengthen your sight;
Then the sons of the base born Ishmael shall soar;
And the true Son of Promise accept and adore.
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