Indian, Paynim, Moslem, Jew—
All have their dreams of Heaven.
The Moslem dreams of a green, fair clime,
Lit up by the sun’s broad beams,
Where flowers gaze down at their own bright forms
In still transparent streams;
Where soft winds sigh, and gay birds sing,
In tones so sweetly clear;
Where palm groves rustle cool and still,
And bright-eyed Houries cheer;