The mental ore to temper and refine,
To cast in virtue's mold the yielding heart,
And honor's polish to the mind impart.
Without thy wakening touch, thy plastic aid,
I'd lain the shapeless mass that nature made;
But formed, great artist, by thy magic hand,
I gleam a sword to conquer and command.
ON THE INCOMPATIBILITY OF PRIDE AND TRUE GLORY[49]
(By Abu Alola)
Think not, Abdallah, pride and fame