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HARMOSAN.
Now the third and fatal conflict for the Persian throne was done,
And the Moslem's fiery valour had the crowning victory won.
And the Moslem's fiery valour had the crowning victory won.
Harmosan, the last and boldest the invader to defy,
Captive overborne by numbers, they were bringing forth to die.
Captive overborne by numbers, they were bringing forth to die.
Then exclaimed that noble captive—‘Lo! I perish in my thirst,
Give me but one drink of water, and let then arrive the worst.’
Give me but one drink of water, and let then arrive the worst.’
In his hand he took the goblet, but awhile the draught forbore,
Seeming doubtfully the purpose of the foemen to explore.
Seeming doubtfully the purpose of the foemen to explore.
Well might then have paused the bravest, for around him angry foes
With a hedge of naked weapons did that lonely man enclose.
With a hedge of naked weapons did that lonely man enclose.
‘But what fear'st thou?’ cried the Caliph;—‘is it, friend, a secret blow?
Fear it not; our gallant Moslem no such treacherous dealing know.
Fear it not; our gallant Moslem no such treacherous dealing know.
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‘Thou may'st quench thy thirst securely, for thou shalt not die before
Thou hast drunk that cup of water; this reprieve is thine—no more.’
Thou hast drunk that cup of water; this reprieve is thine—no more.’
Quick the Satrap dashed the goblet down to earth with ready hand,
And the liquid sank for ever, lost amid the burning sand.
And the liquid sank for ever, lost amid the burning sand.
‘Thou hast said that mine my life is, till the water of that cup
I have drained—then bid thy servants that spilt water gather up.’
I have drained—then bid thy servants that spilt water gather up.’
For a moment stood the Caliph as by doubtful passions stirred;
Then exclaimed,—‘For ever sacred must remain a monarch's word.
Then exclaimed,—‘For ever sacred must remain a monarch's word.
‘Bring another cup, and straightway to the noble Persian give:
Drink, I said before, and perish; now I bid thee drink and live.’
Drink, I said before, and perish; now I bid thee drink and live.’
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