Classic Poem

Though Egypt bows her forehead to the dust,
Adoring Allah, still her ancient god,
The Sun-on-the-Horizon, keeps his trust,
And, unbesought, the Nile renews her sod.

They greet each other in the holy dawn,
These immemorial deities, whose grace
Is now, no less than when their temples shone
With gold, the life and being of the race,

Attesting thus the nature right divine,
Authentic Love, that, worshipped or denied,
Still pours its gifts, a sun that can but shine,
A river bearing blessing on its tide.