Versos English Johann Wolfgang von Goethe The Four Favours.

English poem

The Four Favours.

by (1749–1832)

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THAT Arabs through the realms of space May wander on, light-hearted, Great Allah hath, to all their race, Four favours meet imparted. The turban first—that ornament All regal crowns excelling; A light and ever-shifting tent, Wherein to make our dwelling; A sword, which, more than rocks and walls Doth shield us, brightly glistening; A song that profits and enthrall, For which the maids are list'ning!