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Sand of the Desert in an Hour-glass.



A handful of red sand, from the hot clime Of Arab deserts brought,Within this glass becomes the spy of Time, The minister of Thought.
How many weary centuries has it been About those deserts blown!How many strange vicissitudes has seen, How many histories known!
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