Bayard Taylor,
The Birth of the Prophet
(1855)
“ And the fires on Pagan altars were extinguished every where. XV. Mid the sounds of salutation, mid the splendor and the balm, Knelt the sacred child, proclaiming, with a brow of heavenly calm : " God is God; there is none other; I his chosen Prophet am!" ”
Bayard Taylor,
The Birth of the Prophet
(1855)
“ Till, a sun on night new-risen, it illumed the Indian steep. XI. They who dwelt in Mecca's borders saw the distant realms appear All around the vast horizon, shining marvellous and clear, From the gardens of Damascus unto those of Bendomeer. ”
Bayard Taylor,
The Birth of the Prophet
(1855)
“ And with every moon that faded waxed the splendor more and more, Till Amina s beauty lightened through the matron veil she wore, And the tent was filled with glory, and of Heaven it seemed the door. V. When her quickened womb its burden had matured, and Life began Struggling in its living prison, through the wide Creation ran Premonitions of the coming of a God-appointed man. ”
