For his o’erarching and last lesson the greybeard sufi, In the fresh scent of the morning in the open air, On the slope of a teeming Persian rose-garden, Under an ancient chestnut-tree wide spreading its branches, Spoke to the young priests and students.
“Finally my children, to envelop each word, each part of the rest, Allah is all, all, all—is immanent in every life and object, May-be at many and many-a-more removes—yet Allah, Allah, Allah is there.
“Has the estray wander’d far? Is the reason-why strangely hidden? Would you sound below the restless ocean of the entire world? Would you know the dissatisfaction? the urge and spur of every life; The something never still’d—never entirely gone? the invisible need of every seed?