'twas Thus The Dervish Spake

Upon our right There stands unseeu an angel with a pen, Who writes down each good deed of ours, Andtlien seáis it with klsses Ín tlie Master's Bight. Upon our left a sister angel sweet Keeps daily record of each evü act, But, great in love, iolds not tlie mournful sheet Till deepest midniglit, when, if conscience wracked. We lift to Allah onr repen tan t hands, She smiles and blots the record where she stands; But il we seek not pardon for our sin sin' seáis it with a and bands it in.