The rose garden of Persia . DAT AND KIGHT. 49 The sun is ruddy, strong, anii hale;The moon is sickly, wan, and twas neer in story toldThat silver had the worth of gold!The moon, a slave, is bowed and knows her light is only lent;She hurries on, the way to clearTill the great Shah himself appear. What canst thou, idle boaster, sayTo prove the night excels the day?If stubborn still, let Him decideWith whom all truth and law abide;Let Nasur Ahmed, wise as great,Pronounce, and give to each his state. -l-H- X>^>-(s«-. [^

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