{"collection":"Islam","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/isl/arp/arp025.htm","path":"isl/arp/arp025.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/isl/arp/arp025.htm","text":"Arabian Poetry, by W. A. Clouston, [1881]\nWithin that cell, beneath that heap,\n Friendship and Truth and Honour sleep.\n Beneficence, that used to clasp\n The world within her ample grasp,\n There rests entombed\u2014of thought bereft;\n For were one conscious atom left,\n New bliss, new kindness to display,\n \u2019T would burst the grave, and seek the day.\nBut though in dust thy relics lie,\n Thy virtues, Mano, ne\u2019er shall die:\n Though Nile's full stream be seen no more,\n That spread his waves from shore to shore,\n Still in the verdure of the plain\n His vivifying smiles remain.","title":"Arabian Poetry: Shorter Pieces of Arabian Poetry: On the Tomb of Mano, by Hassan Alasady","type":"page"}