Detdiar sidj as efterluket wurden.
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"Whence hast thou that chaplet, stranger ? by the Pro-
phet's head I swear,
'Tis my father's — tombs to rifle, misbeliever, dost thou
dare ?"
To the judge they drag Abdallah ; straight the cadi gives
command
To undo the vault sepulchral, and around the grave they
stand,
But fall back in speechless terror — there, instead of Moslem
shorn,
Lieth calm a smiling lady, fair as Houri heavenly born !
In her hand she held a casket, and her face shone like the
day
For a moment when Abdallah gently took the trust away.
Long he listened hoping, praying, for some sound of coming
breath.
But in vain — fair was the sleeper, yet she slept the sleep of
death.
