tf AGE QUOD AGIS 



In a Persian Garden 



A Book of Verses underneath the Bough, 



A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread and Thou 



Beside me singing in the Wilderness 

 O, Wilderness were Paradise enow! 



Some for the Glories of This World; and some 

 Sigh for the Prophet's Paradise to come ; 



Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go, 

 Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum! 



Look to the blowing Rose about us " Lo, 

 Laughing," she says, " into the world I blow, 



At once the silken tassel of my Purse 

 Tear, and its Treasure on the Garden throw." 



And those who husbanded the golden grain 

 And those who flung it to the winds like Rain 



Alike of no such aureate Earth are turned 

 As, buried once, men want dug up again. 



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Think, in this batter'd Caravanserai 



Whose Portals are alternate Night and Day, 



How Sultan after Sultan with his Pomp 

 Abode his destined Hour, and went his way. 



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