The crest and crowning of all good, life's final star, is Brotherhood.
Oft when the white, still dawn lifted the skies and pushed the hills apart, I have felt it like a glory in my heart.
Mr. Rihani is a man of ardent poetic temperament, a clever poet, and a man of unworldly ideals.
At the heart of the cyclone tearing the sky is a place of central calm.
By a divine paradox, wherever there is one slave there are two
Fight ever on: this earthly stuff If used God’s way will be enough. Face to the firing line o friend Fight out life’s battle to the end. One soldier, when the fight was red, Threw down his broken sword and fled. Another snatched it, won the day, With what his comrade flung away.