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Can alien Pharisees Thy kindness tell, Like us, Thy intimates, who nigh Thee dwell? Thou say'st, "All sinners will I burn with ﬁre." Say that to strangers, we know Thee too well.

O comrades dear, when hither ye repair In times to come, communion sweet to share, While the cupbearer pours your old Magh wine, Call poor Khayyám to mind, and breathe a prayer.

For me heaven's sphere no music ever made, Nor yet with soothing voice my fears allayed; If e'er I found brief respite from my woes, Back to woe’s thrall I was at once betrayed.