Page:Fantastics and other Fancies.djvu/67

From Wikisource
Jump to navigation Jump to search
This page has been proofread, but needs to be validated.
THE STRANGER

the everlasting lamps of heaven; and from afar, the voice of a muezzin seemed to cry, in tones liquidly sweet as the voice of the stranger—"All ye who are about to sleep, commend your souls to Him who never sleeps."