Maxioms by Edwin Arnold
That what will come, and must come, shall come well.
That what will come, and must come, shall come well.
The royal kingcup bold
Dares not don his coat of gold.
The royal kingcup bold
Dares not don his coat of gold.
He who died at Azan sends
This to comfort all this friends:
Faithful friends! It lies I read more
He who died at Azan sends
This to comfort all this friends:
Faithful friends! It lies I know
Pale and white and cold as snow;
And ye say, "Abdallah's dead!"
Weeping at the feet and head.
I can see your falling tears,
I can hear your sighs and prayers;
Yet I smile and whisper this:
I am not the thing you kiss.
Cease your tears and let it lie;
It was mine--it is not I.
