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FROM THE GULISTAN.
The man who leaveth life behind,May well and boldly speak his mind:
Where flight is none from battle field,
We blithely snatch the sword and shield;
Where hope is past, and hate is strong,
The wretch's tongue is sharp and long;
Myself have seen, in wild despair,
The feeble cat the mastiff tear.
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