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On Reading Omar Khayyam

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<i>[During an anti-saloon campaign, in central Illinois.]</i>


In the midst of the battle I turned,
(For the thunders could flourish without me)
And hid by a rose-hung wall,
Forgetting the murder about me;
And wrote, from my wound, on the stone,
In mirth, half prayer, half play: —
'Send me a picture book,

Send me a song, to-day.'
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