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FERISHTAH'S FANCIES.
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Greater and ever greater, till at lastIt lifts a melon, I suppose, then stops―Hand-strength expended wholly: so, my loveFirst lauds the gardener for the fig his gift,Then, looking higher, loves and lauds still more,Who hires the ground, who owns the ground, Sheikh, Shah,On and away, away and ever on,Till, at the last, it loves and lauds the orbUltimate cause of all to laud and love.Where is the break, the change of qualityIn hand's power, soul's impulsion? Gift was grace,The greatest as the smallest. Had I stoppedAnywhere in the scale, stayed love and praiseAs so far only fit to follow gift,
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