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A STRAY LEAF.
In Eastern legend, the good Mussulman
Saves every parchment-shred beneath his feet,
Hoping thereon great Allah's name to meet.
Saves every parchment-shred beneath his feet,
Hoping thereon great Allah's name to meet.
Is not the Book of Life yet incomplete?
Who looks abroad, its scattered leaves may find,
Flying upon the wild wings of the wind.
Who looks abroad, its scattered leaves may find,
Flying upon the wild wings of the wind.
Though torn, though hidden unseemly blots behind,
Each soul of man reveals the Name Divine.
Leaves of His volume are thy being and mine;
Each soul of man reveals the Name Divine.
Leaves of His volume are thy being and mine;
Leaves of His Book, and parts of His great plan.—
Dear Father, Thy handwriting make us see
On each soiled fragment of humanity!
Dear Father, Thy handwriting make us see
On each soiled fragment of humanity!
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