And when Paradise shall be brought near,—
The soul shall know what it hath wrought.
And I swear by the stars that hide,
That move swiftly and hide,
And by the darkening night,
And by the breath of dawn,—
Verily this is the word of a noble messenger,
Strong, firm in the favour of the Lord of the Throne,
Obeyed and trusted.
And your companion is not mad: