Islamic
The tasbih O’er waiting tasbih in my mind there sweeps a power Illumined thoughts that comes to man each waiting hour And o’er the angry waves of thought A cooling breeze Though gone from sight through writings still It brings me ease Then its perfumed, sweet presence shows a truer life With blessed ideas, I wake to know A world more bright With tired limbs and burdened heart Its hard to see Where you are my dear ones I long to be Your lamp of truth it guides my boat Upon Life's shore, The waves and tides that once did harm Oh, nevermore! And now a white-winged angel comes and wipes my tears High ideas I need to reach Where life is dear.