Day

"So Shall They Live; When Ends Our Day"

"This is their Mosque, vaulted high

And here we pause with reverent eye.

With silent tongue and awe-struck soul;

for here we sense life's proper goal.

To be like these, straight, true and fine.

To make our world, like theirs, a shrine;

Sink down. Oh traveler, on your knees,

God stands before you in these trees."