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Rh And, having found it, sighed. The Captain paused: If he grew tedious, most assuredly Did he crave pardon of us; he had feared Beforehand that he might be wearisome, But there was not much more of it, he said,— No more than just enough. And we rejoiced That he should look so kindly on us then. ("Commend me to a dying man's grimace For absolute humor, always," Killigrew Maintains; but I know better.)

"Work for them, You tell me? Work the folly out of them? Go back to them and teach them how to climb, While you teach caterpillars how to fly? You tell me that Alnaschar is a fool Because he dreams? And what is this you ask? I make him wise? I teach him to be still? While you go polishing the Pyramids, I hold Alnaschar's feet? And while you have The ghost of Memnon's image all day singing, I sit with aching arms and hardly catch A few spilled echoes of the song of songs— The song that I should have as utterly For mine as other men should once have had The sweetest a glad shepherd ever trilled