. Lyrics from a library . I can recall within some orient land,Where every dawn is like a golden psalm,How in a mosque, beneath a stately palm, I saw a rare mosaic, deftly planned— Marble as stainless as is Beautys hand;Deep chrysoberyl glistening like the calmOf ocean; agate like the tufted balm Burning in August woods when noons are bland. Aye, and the burnished bosom of the jade,The violet veins of lapis-lazuli,The topaz-heart that holds the sun in fee;Thus is your song-mosaic interlaid,Not only lovely to the outer eye,But to the inner sense a harmony!

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