A MECCAN PROPHECY by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR

NOT Roum, but Meccah! where the skies
Lean just below God's Paradise,
And where the azure dome was riven
To let the Black Stone fall from heaven;
Where Abraham prayed and Ishmael
An angel led to Zem Zem's well,
And both upbuilt that House divine —
The Ka'ba, earth's most holy shrine;
And where Our Lord Mohammed came
To save us from the awful flame.

Ah, when we heard that God is One,
And merciful, and that we dwell,
Beyond, in Paradise or Hell
As we have kept His just decrees —
Praise be to Allah! round the world
To speed the truth our hosts were hurled;
Swift as the light we made it run
From land to land till all the air
Echoed the fervent praise or prayer
Of suppliant nations on their knees,
And half the earth, from pine to palm,
Was won for Allah and Islam.
Not Roum, but Meccah! Let the law
Go forth where first the Prophet saw
The way to God, and where he lies
Entombed with all high sanctities
Of earth and Heaven. The Turk's dark hour
Must pass. The Arab's day of power
Dawns newly, and the desert still
Shall have the vision and the will
To move the world! ...

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