"Haste, gentle youth, for lo, the way is plain!
" Haste, gentle youth, and hear the Prophet's call!
"These are the joys that true believers gain,
" Immortal joys that never know to pall.
"Come then, ah come thy weary limbs recline
" On silken beds of roses sweetly strow'd,
"Where to thy touch compliant bows the vine,
" All faint, and labouring with the luscious load;
"Where Nymphs of Paradise their charms reveal,
" And with their amorous spoils thy greedy eyes regale! "