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 Weep you not, ye

Date-fruit spirits! Milk-bosoms!

You sweetwood-heart

Purselets!

Weep you no more,

Pallid Dudu!

Be a man, Suleika! Bold! Bold!

-Or else should there perhaps

Something strengthening, heart-strengthening,

Here most proper be?

Some inspiring text?

Some solemn exhortation?-

Ha! Up now! honor!

Moral honor! European honor!

Blow again, continue,

Bellows-box of virtue!

Ha!

Once more your roaring,

Your moral roaring!

As a virtuous lion

Nigh the daughters of deserts roaring!

-For virtue's out-howl,

You very dearest maidens,

Is more than every

European fervor, European hot-hunger!

And now do I stand here,

As European,

I can't be different, God's help to me!

Amen!

The deserts grow: woe him who do them hide!