[BNP/E3, 49C¹ – 21]

He smiled and so did they,

     The people still

Mahomet’s coffin, that yet hangs

Ponderous and wonderful twixt heaven and hearth

[21^v]

[…] And as the husband of my wife to reach the light of fame!

Now my voice is broke with weeping and mine eyes red as with sand

And my spirit worn with sighing, and with sighing worn my breast,

Oh, farewell, that thou art gone now to the dreaded obscure land

Where the wicked cease from troubling and the weary never rest.

C. R. Anon

Mahomet’s Coffin

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Friday-June 1st.