A rose, a thorn,—the spirit says which place it fills.
Our God it was who sent this vital air in blasts,
Like breath of dragons, to destroy old ‘Ād’s[363] outcasts.110
While to the faithful it gave peace, and health, and strength;
In gentle zephyrs softly breathing whole days’ length.
The Prophet hath assured us God’s the soul of all.
The Lord’s the ocean whence the rills of spirit fall.
The strata of the heavens and earth, with all therein,
Are merely straws afloat on waves where powers begin.
They dance about, are carried here and there by turns;