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oldier bring with him A spotted steed,'" So rode they forth, A sight of marvel and of fear; Pied horses prancing fiercely north; The crystal cup borne in the rear! When to Ammoria he did win, He smote and drove the dogs of Roum, And rode his spotted stallion in, Crying, "_Labbayki!_ I am come!" Then downward from her prison-place Joyful the Arab lady crept; She held her hair before her face, She kissed his feet, she laughed and wept. She pointed where that lord was laid: They drew him forth, he whined for grace: Then with fierce eyes Mohtasim said-- "She whom thou smotest on the face Had scorn, because she called her king: Lo! he is come! and dost thou think To live, who didst this bitter thing While Mohtasim at peace did drink?" Flashed the fierce sword--rolled the lord's head; The wicked blood smoked in the sand. "Now bring my cup!" the Caliph said. Lightly he took it in his hand, As down his throat the sweet drink ran Mohtasim in his saddle laughed, And cried, "_Taiba asshrab alan!_ By God! delicious is this draught!" _HINDOO FUNERAL SONG_. Call on Rama! call to Rama! Oh, my brothers, call on Rama! For this Dead Whom we bring, Call aloud to mighty Rama. As we bear him, oh, my brothers, Call together, very loudly, That the Bhuts May be scared; That his spirit pass in comfort. Turn his feet now, calling "Rama," Calling "Rama," who shall take him When the flames Make an end: Ram! Ram!--oh, call to Rama. _SONG OF THE SERPENT-CHARMERS._ Come forth, oh, Snake! come forth, oh, glittering Snake! Oh shining, lovely, deadly Nag! appear, Dance to the music that we make, This serpent-song, so sweet and clear, Blown on the beaded gourd, so clear, So soft and clear. Oh, dread Lord Snake! come forth and spread thy hood, And drink the milk and suck the eggs; and show Thy tongue; and own the tune is good: Hear, Maharaj! how hard we blow! Ah, Maharaj! for thee we blow; See how we blow! Great Uncle Snake! creep forth and dance to-day! This music is the music snakes love best; Taste the warm white new milk, and play Standing erect, with
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