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قراءة كتاب The Angel of Death
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class="i4">Of your silk-robed neighbor,
The crape, the gems,
And the yoke of labor,
Lo, other mortals their folds adorn,
On other shoulders their loads are borne!
You have arrived, you shall part in pity;
You have not here either house or home.
You soon shall dwell in that narrow city,
Where sun and moon never lit the dome;
Where crest and foil
At the gate shall crumble—
And, from his toil,
Be released the humble;
Where captives' fetters, and love's sweet band,
Shall, fragile, break by the same strong hand.
You have not here either house or home.
You soon shall dwell in that narrow city,
Where sun and moon never lit the dome;
Where crest and foil
At the gate shall crumble—
And, from his toil,
Be released the humble;
Where captives' fetters, and love's sweet band,
Shall, fragile, break by the same strong hand.
Where is your wife, and where is your mother?—
Then they have wandered away that road,
Whence none returneth to greet another,
The foot-path, soon, to your last abode....
Take tender care of
The charge God left thee,
Ere, unaware of,
It be bereft thee,
Before your eyes nevermore to mount,
Till for its keeping you shall account!
Then they have wandered away that road,
Whence none returneth to greet another,
The foot-path, soon, to your last abode....
Take tender care of
The charge God left thee,
Ere, unaware of,
It be bereft thee,
Before your eyes nevermore to mount,
Till for its keeping you shall account!
"Where is your brother? Where is your equal?"
Will then be questions too late to heed.
You then find brethren—such is the sequel—
You spiteful rich, in the worms you feed!
And when they fattened,
Like you, expire,
A reptile battened
Shall growth acquire,
Whose stings and gnawing shall never cease.
Upon your conscience, devoid of peace.
Will then be questions too late to heed.
You then find brethren—such is the sequel—
You spiteful rich, in the worms you feed!
And when they fattened,
Like you, expire,
A reptile battened
Shall growth acquire,
Whose stings and gnawing shall never cease.
Upon your conscience, devoid of peace.
For you it waits, you, whose greed is preying
On mishap's victims, on joy forlorn;
Who, faith and country alike betraying,
The good deride and the sacred scorn;
Who, laws repressing
And hearts decoying,
Are virtue's blessing,
For fun, destroying—
And woe is fun's and derision's prize,
When, pale, the phantoms of vengeance rise.
On mishap's victims, on joy forlorn;
Who, faith and country alike betraying,
The good deride and the sacred scorn;
Who, laws repressing
And hearts decoying,
Are virtue's blessing,
For fun, destroying—
And woe is fun's and derision's prize,
When, pale, the phantoms of vengeance rise.
For you it waits, all ye lying spirits,
When, stiff, the tongue to the palate sticks.
Your tongue would poison all honest merits,
Defiling honor by artful tricks;—
But, at my bar,
There is no demurrer:
The tomb I spar,
And I gag the slurrer,—
Who next thereafter, when speech is past,
To Him shall answer, who judges last!
When, stiff, the tongue to the palate sticks.
Your tongue would poison all honest merits,
Defiling honor by artful tricks;—
But, at my bar,
There is no demurrer:
The tomb I spar,
And I gag the slurrer,—
Who next thereafter, when speech is past,
To Him shall answer, who judges last!
Then search, with rigor, your minds' desire,
Then probe, in tremor, your souls' intent;
With hands and hearts clean and pure, aspire
To Him who knows what, within, you meant.
Yet, thither, mortals,
Your way is wending,
Where, on the portals,
Till time be ending,
There stands this sentence, without reprieve:
Here all shall enter—and none shall leave!
Then probe, in tremor, your souls' intent;
With hands and hearts clean and pure, aspire
To Him who knows what, within, you meant.
Yet, thither, mortals,
Your way is wending,
Where, on the portals,
Till time be ending,
There stands this sentence, without reprieve:
Here all shall enter—and none shall leave!
The earth devours you, with your achievements,
And locks together its jaws again,
If by beneficence, or bereavements,
You cheered, or injured, your fellow men—
But of this earth
Do not ask your measure;
For, if in dearth,
Or if blest with treasure,
Your past, your present, what hence befall
He only knoweth, Who knoweth all.
And locks together its jaws again,
If by beneficence, or bereavements,
You cheered, or injured, your fellow men—
But of this earth
Do not ask your measure;
For, if in dearth,
Or if blest with treasure,
Your past, your present, what hence befall
He only knoweth, Who knoweth all.
What God requires of man, He told thee;
He meted out, for your life's career,
What griefs should bend, and what cheers uphold thee
And what you had to accomplish here.
His power wrought you
What you transacted,
And wisdom taught you
That right you acted,
If but you heard, from submissive choice,
The great celestial spirit's voice.
He meted out, for your life's career,
What griefs should bend, and what cheers uphold thee
And what you had to accomplish here.
His power wrought you
What you transacted,
And wisdom taught you
That right you acted,
If but you heard, from submissive choice,
The great celestial spirit's voice.
Attend the voice of the spirit sounder,
With upright steps, in His errand walk;
And, then, not question if you shall founder,
Nor care for grateful, or thankless, talk!
Fulfill your calling
With courage peerless!
If even falling,
Look upward fearless!
Then there shall clasp thee an angel's hand
And gently lead to thy promised land.
With upright steps, in His errand walk;
And, then, not question if you shall founder,
Nor care for grateful, or thankless, talk!
Fulfill your calling
With courage peerless!
If even falling,
Look upward fearless!
Then there shall clasp thee an angel's hand
And gently lead to thy promised land.
Stand firm, with conscience of pure intention,
Through times of trial, of toil and pain!
Then may your happiness meet prevention,
But mind and virtue can peace retain;
Then, in the sod
Though your corpse be buried,
These words of God
On the soul are veried:
"Thou true hast labored till payments' day,
Now, faithful servant, receive thy pay!"
Through times of trial, of toil and pain!
Then may your happiness meet prevention,
But mind and virtue can peace retain;
Then, in the sod
Though your corpse be buried,
These words of God
On the soul are veried:
"Thou true hast labored till payments' day,
Now, faithful servant, receive thy pay!"
To all do justice, and help the needy,
And comfort sorrow, where e'er you can!
For truth's defence unto death be speedy,
And win, as christian, and fall, as man!
No worldly samples
Of honors jading
Shall wreath your temples
With laurels fading;
But bright, eternal, shall thee entrance
The blessed holies' inheritance.
And comfort sorrow, where e'er you can!
For truth's defence unto death be speedy,
And win, as christian, and fall, as man!
No worldly samples
Of honors jading
Shall wreath your temples
With laurels fading;
But bright, eternal, shall thee entrance
The blessed holies' inheritance.