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Show Emir Hassan. Emir Hassan, of the prcphcts's race. Asked, ivlth folded hands, tho Almighty's grace. Then, within tho banquet hall ho eat At his meal, upon the embroidered mat There a slave beforo him placed the food. Spilling from the charser, as he stood. Awkwardly upon the Emir's breast Drops that foully stained the silken vest. To the floor. In great remorse and dread. Fell the slave, and thus, beseeching said: "Master, they who hasten to restrain Rising wrath. In paradise shall reign." Qentl was the answer Hassan gave: "I'm not angry." "Yet," pursued the slave, "Yet doth higher recompense belong To the Injured who forgives a wrong." "I forgive," said Hassan. "Yet we read." So the prostrato slave went on to plead, "That a htcher seat In glory still Walts the man who renders good for in." "Slave, receive thy freedom, and behold In thy hand I lay a purse of gold. Lot me never fall to heed, In aught. What the prophet of our Qod hath taught." William Cullen Bryant |