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,
Spoke to the young priests and students. "Finally my children, to envelop each word, each part of the rest,
Allah is all, all, all--immanent in every life and object,
May-be at many and many-a-more removes--yet Allah, Allah, Allah is there. "Has the estray wander'd far? Is the reason-why strangely hidden?
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? "It is the central urge in every atom,
(Often unconscious, often evil, downfallen, )
To return to its divine source and origin, however distant,
Latent the same in subject and in object, without one exception."