BOOK OF PARABLES.
FROM heaven there fell upon the foaming waveA timid drop； the flood with anger roared，--But God， its modest boldness to reward， Strength to the drop and firm endurance gave.
Its form the mussel captive took，And to its lasting glory and renown，The pearl now glistens in our monarch's crown， With gentle gleam and loving look.
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第一章BULBUL'S song， through night hours cold，Rose to Allah's throne on high；To reward her melody， Giveth he a cage of gold.
Such a cage are limbs of men，--
Though at first she feels confin'd，Yet when all she brings to mind， Straight the spirit sings again.
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