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FERISHTAH'S FANCIES.
Take that, we spoke of late, which draws to ground
The staff my hand lets fall: it draws, at least―
Thus much man thinks and knows, if nothing more."
The staff my hand lets fall: it draws, at least―
Thus much man thinks and knows, if nothing more."
"Ay, but man puts no mind into such power!
He neither thanks it, when an apple drops,
Nor prays it spare his pate while underneath.
Does he thank Summer though it plumped the rind?
Why thank the other force—whate'er its name—
Which gave him teeth to bite and tongue to taste
And throat to let the pulp pass? Force and force,
No end of forces! Have they mind like man?"
He neither thanks it, when an apple drops,
Nor prays it spare his pate while underneath.
Does he thank Summer though it plumped the rind?
Why thank the other force—whate'er its name—
Which gave him teeth to bite and tongue to taste
And throat to let the pulp pass? Force and force,
No end of forces! Have they mind like man?"
"Suppose thou visit our lord Shalim-Shah,
Bringing thy tribute as appointed. 'Here
Bringing thy tribute as appointed. 'Here
