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 At the Gate of the Sun, Bagdad, in olden time

Away, for we are ready to a man! Our camels sniff the evening and are glad. Lead on, O Master of the Caravan : Lead on the Merchant-Princes of Bagdad.

Have we not Indian carpets dark as wine, Turbans and sashes, gowns and bows and veils, And broideries of intricate design, And printed hangings in enormous bales?

We have rose-candy, we have spikenard, Mastic and terebinth and oil and spice, And such sweet jams meticulously jarred As God's own Prophet eats in Paradise.