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The more I die to self, I live the more, The more abase myself, the higher soar; And, strange! the more I drink of Being's wine More sane I grow, and sober than before!

Quoth rose, "I am the Yusuf flower, I swear, Eor in my mouth rich golden gems I bear:" I said, "Show me another proof." Quoth she, "Behold this blood-stained vesture that I wear!"

I studied with the masters long ago, And long ago did master all they know; Hear now the end and issue of it all, Prom earth I came, and like the wind I go!