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 Memorial Verses I. Ya Mahbub!

these the streets that I used to know— Was it yesterday or æons ago? Where are the armies that used to wait— The pilgrims of Love—at your palace gate? The joyous paeans that thrilled the air The pageants that shone thro' your palace square? And the minstrel music that used to ring Thro' your magic kingdom. . . when you were king?

O hands that succoured a people's need With the splendour of Haroun-al-Rasheed! 30