‘Why do your priests,’ said to me after prayers A Turkish hero of the faith, ‘drag out
Their genuflexions so?’—He little knew,
That free-born Muslim, that plain warrior,
What kind of thing slaves’ prayers are! In this world
A thousand tasks lie ready for the free,
In whom the love of high deeds burns and forges
The nations and their laws; but that fire never
Touches the bondman’s limbs, whose nights and days
Stand still under an interdict. If our
Prostrations are long-drawn, why should you wonder?
—God teach His ministers in India
A way of worship that shall be to all His people an evangel of new life! |
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