"Allah! Allah!" cried the sick man, racked
with pain the long night through,
Till with prayer his heart grew tender, till his
lips like honey grew!
But with morning came the tempter, said, "Call
louder, child of pain!
See if Allah ever hears or answers, 'Here am I,' again."
Like a stab the cruel cavil through his brain
and pulses went—
To his heart an icy coldness, to his brain a
darkness, sent.
