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THE UNRIPE ORANGE by AL-ASAMM

First Line: LITTLE DAUGHTER OF THE GROVE
Last Line: THERE HIS HAND LAID OVER IT.
Subject(s): ORANGES;
Little daughter of the grove,
Whom the rainbow leaned to kiss
Leaving on her this and this
Gleaming token of his love.
Wondrous spectacle to view,
Hither shining purest gold,
Thither brightest emerald,
Fashioned by the dripping dew.
Moses, God's apostle, lit
Here a flame, yet brightly seen;
Khadir of the mystic green
There his hand laid over it.



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