Poems of James Clarence Mangan (Many hitherto uncollected): Centenary edition: Edited, with preface and notes by D. J. O'Donoghue: Introduction by John Mitchel |
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Bismillah! There is no strength or wisdom but in God, the High, the Great! Thou, O Soffee, art but a creature of clay; therefore, indulge not in pride!
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Cast away Pride as the bane of thy soul: the Disdainful
Swallow much mire in their day, and find everything painful.
Still in its cave shall the diamond beam on, because humble.
When the proud pillar, that stands as a giant, must crumble.
Stoop! and thy burden will keep, like the camel's, decreasing.
Such are the tone and the tune of the ditty that we sing.
Swallow much mire in their day, and find everything painful.
Still in its cave shall the diamond beam on, because humble.
When the proud pillar, that stands as a giant, must crumble.
Stoop! and thy burden will keep, like the camel's, decreasing.
Such are the tone and the tune of the ditty that we sing.
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