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 And sometimes a tear Will rise in each eye, Seeing the two old friends So merrily— So merrily!

And ere to bed Go we, go we, Down on the ashes We kneel on the knee, Praying together!

Thus, then, live I Till, 'mid all the gloom, By Heaven! the bold sun Is with me in the room Shining, shining!

Then the clouds part, Swallows soaring between; The spring is alive, And the meadows are green!

I jump up like mad, Break the old pipe in twain, And away to the meadows, The meadows again!

698. From Omar Khayyám

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A Book of Verses underneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread—and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness— O. Wilderness were Paradise enow!