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A SONG OF LOVE by JEAN DREW FREEMAN

First Line: MY OWN, THE MILES MUST NOT PART US
Last Line: OF THE MUESSIN,———TO PRAY!
Subject(s): HEARTS; LOVE; SINGING & SINGERS; SONGS;

My own, the miles must not part us,
The miles nor the silent days!
But come with me where stars still guard
The desert's mystic ways:
To journey through the blinding light
Of sun-gold at high noon,
And winds that sweep the burning sands
And whirl a great white dune;
At last to reach the garden, where
Good Allah reigns supreme,
And walls of peace shut out the strife
To leave our world, a dream;
Where only purple shadows tell
The silver night from day;
And far away, the low clear cry
Of the Muessin,———to pray!



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