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78 Dost know thy fate, thy just reward ? The Persian bent his head, "I know both sides of victory, and only grieve, he said, "Because there will be none to fight against thee when I am dead. "No Persian faints at sight of Death, we know his face too well, — He waits for us on mountain side, in town, or shelter'd dell But I crave a cup of wine, thy first and latest boon, For I have gone three days athirst, and fear lest I may swoon, Or even wrong mine enemy, by dying now, too soon. The cup was brought but ere he drank, the Persian shudder'd white. Omar replied, "What fearest thou ? The wine is clear and bright " We are no poisoners, not we, nor traitors to a guest, No dart behind, nor dart within, shall pierce thy gallant breast Till thou hast drained the draught, O foe, thou dost in safety rest.