Zeyd's Inspiration.

  The Prophet asked one morn of Zeyd, in tender tone, ¹ “How art thou, dear disciple, faithful to the bone?” “I’m pious;—a believer,” Zeyd replied; and he Inquired again: “What proof of faith resides in thee?” He said: “Whole days I’ve burnt with parching fever’s thirst; By night I’ve watched; with love’s sweet pangs my heart’s nigh burst. Thus have I traversed days’ and nights’ enduring space, As point of spear through shield makes way in war’s embrace. For, in love’s view, the church of faith one body is; 5 Ten million years, one instant, are alike, when His. The past eternity and future join in one; Though reason cannot compass how the marvel’s done.”