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STANZAS READ AT THE DINNER OF THE OMAR-KHAY-YAM CLUB, MARCH 21ST, 1902
We cannot call at will, whene'er we dine,
The Persian's wisdom—or the Persian's wine;
Or always boast, in this bewildered day,
His sad contentment with the Scheme Divine.
The Persian's wisdom—or the Persian's wine;
Or always boast, in this bewildered day,
His sad contentment with the Scheme Divine.
Yet round us, lo! the Earth's great revel glows:
Comes amorist April, anchorite Winter goes.
Feast we with Omar in the porch of Spring,
Hasten his Nightingale, evoke his Rose.
Comes amorist April, anchorite Winter goes.
Feast we with Omar in the porch of Spring,
Hasten his Nightingale, evoke his Rose.
To-day we are his: we touch his perfumed ground:
To-morrow, London greyness wraps us round.
To-morrow, Business, Labour, Care; to-night,
Life, with the bay-leaves and the vine-leaves crowned.
To-morrow, London greyness wraps us round.
To-morrow, Business, Labour, Care; to-night,
Life, with the bay-leaves and the vine-leaves crowned.
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