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Listen again. One Evening at the Close Of Ramazán, ere the better Moon arose, In that old Potter's Shop I stood alone With the clay Population round in Rows.

And strange to tell, among that Earthen Lot Some could articulate, while others not: And suddenly one more impatient cried— "Who is the Potter, pray, and who the Pot?"

Then said another—"Surely not in vain "My substance from the common Earth was ta'en, "That He who subtly wrought me into Shape "Should stamp me back to common Earth again."

Another said—"Why, ne'er a peevish Boy "Would break the Bowl from which he drank in Joy; "Shall He that made the Vessel in pure Love "And Fansy, in an after Rage destroy!"