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With eyes on Heaven's mystic veil, Faith bows where sight and reason fail, When hopes and fears, 'mid smiles and tears, The lone, world-wearied heart assail.
Such love and faith were his whose soul In each fair fragment saw the whole; Eternal grace in Beauty's face, Love where eternal eeons roll.
What though before his vision strayed The semblance of a mortal maid, Her love-lit face was Heaven's own grace To eyes that sought and heart that prayed.
And in the cup his love can trace The mystery of the Loved one's face, Can read the glance that doth enhance Each dream-like charm, each visioned grace.
Still in fair Shiraz blooms the Rose, Where Rukni's murmuring water flows; l\Iosalla's bowers recall the hours When Beauty smiled on Love's soft woes.