The rose garden of Persia . oil, wild is the wasbe where the caravan roves,)^, And many the danger the traveller proves;Butthestarof themorniug shallbeckon him blissful the guerdon his patience has won;Nor water, nor milk, nor fresh dates, shall he need,ISTo loss has he met of good camel or looks oer the- sands as a road to the hills in the distance his labours shall crown:He sings of Shiraz, and her generous pours to the prophet libations divine; The numbers of Hafiz awakeinhissong,And who shall declare that the poet is wrong?

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