‘And, sirs, ' said he, what shall remain
Shall be these works, as long, so long
As their containers be'
Thus said, the thin bearded Prophet
Said, ' Wealth, palaces, cities, towns
Shall in the future melt'
The Crowd numerous that heard
Bowed down their heads and
Not a word was heard.
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