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One to comprehend the rightness,
From the root must live and be
But to tipple upon twaddle

Sorry business seems to me.

Oh, Sirs Splinterer and Crumpler,
Critics dry, may well agree

That Sir Weather-Blotcher shows us
What the highest ought to be.

Only be there for revival

Daily dram of something new, Each pursuing his distraction

Be distracted through and through.

This our Native loves to weeping,
Writes he Deutsch with D or T,
And sets song to homely cheeping:
Thus it was, 'twill ever be.

Medschnun means 4

I will not claim

It means Madman altogether;
Still I'm Medschnun: do not blame
Me to think it quite a feather.

When the breast sincerely teeming
Pours for your behoof, and travails,
Quick! he's crazy to our seeming !

Tie him! these your cries and cavils.

When at length you see in fetters
How the sage and prophet languish,
To perceive it nothing betters,
Like fire-nettles is your anguish.

THUS I DO.

AS it ever of

WAS my leading

That you made a war so rude?

Did I scold your whole proceeding,
When a peace you would conclude?

So I look on without passion

As his net the fisher throws,

And watch the smart joiner fashion,
Nor his rule to him propose.

But

ye, what I know would know better! I, who pondered all alone

How prompt Nature made me debtor,
Giving to me all I own.

Do you feel a fellow-vigor,

Further, then, your own concern! Would you judge my works with rigor, Thus he does-is first to learn.

WANDERER'S COMPOSURE.

T the shabby spirit

AT

No one need complain :

It has a mighty merit

Whatever folks maintain.

Upon Evil thriving

Reaches high report,

With the Right contriving
After its own sort.

What to Wanderer would inure
Scurviness resisting?

Leave the wind and the manure
Powdering and twisting.

EACH FOR HIMSELF.

HO would of the world require

WHO

What its dreams cannot procure it?

Ever from the day's real day

Backward, sideward looks allure it.

Your endeavor, your good will

Limps behind the others' living;

Praise that thou hast sought for years,

When thou dost need it less, they're giving.

SELF-PRAISE NO FLATTERY.

To praise one's self is a defect,

But no one whose desert it is refrains ;
And though dissembles not one's self-respect,
Still Goodness ever good remains.

Then leave, ye simpletons, the pleasure
To wise ones, who are wise in this,

They let waste, fools as ye are, without measure,
The world's insipid flatteries.

TRADITION.

F the lips take ears to school,

IF

Thinkest thou there's solid gain?

This transmitting, O thou fool,

Is a cobweb of the brain!

Only by the living mind

Thou already hast forsaken

For dead lips, canst thou be shaken
Loose from all the whims that bind.

British phlegm or Gallic prattle,
Tuscan lapse or Teuton burr,
'Tis all one, for all the cattle

Their own selfishness prefer.

For there is no recognition
Of the Many or the Few,
If the day's without provision
Bringing knacks of each to view.

Let the Bad but steal or borrow
Room and favor of to-day,
Right may freely have to-morrow:
Now its friends are in the way.

He who knows not how to render
Upshot of three thousand years,
Lives from hand to mouth, a spender,
Shiftless with his long arrears.

Once, when they the holy Koran cited,
Verse and chapter it sufficed to name;
And each Moslem thereto duly plighted,
Felt a calm respect his conscience frame.
Modern Dervishes but ill propose,

Old things and new they chatter to their best: More bewildering each day it grows.

O holy Koran! O eternal rest!

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