of Omar it makes no appearance.

The next verse, it was pointed out, would apply to the political
conditions of the present day as strikingly as to the region and era for
which it was written--

"A Sultan dreamed day-long of Peace,
The while his Rivals' armies grew:
They changed his Day-dreams into sleep
--The Peace, methinks, he never knew."

Woman appeared little, and wine not at all in the verse of the hunter-
poet, but there was at least one contribution to the love-philosophy of
the East--

"O Moon-faced Charmer, and Star-drowned Eyes,
And cheeks of soft delight, exhaling musk,
They tell me that thy charm will fade; ah well,
The Rose itself grows hue-less in the Dusk."

Finally, there was a recognition of the Inevitable, a chill breath
blowing across the poet's comfortable estimate of life--

"There is a sadness in each Dawn,
A sadness that you cannot rede:
The joyous Day brings in its train
The Feast, the Loved One, and the Steed.

Ah, there shall come a Dawn at last
That brings no life-stir to your ken,
A long, cold Dawn without a Day,
And ye shall rede its sadness then."

The verses of Ghurab came on the public at a moment when a comfortable,
slightly quizzical philosophy was certain to be welcome, and their
reception was enthusiastic. Elderly colonels, who had outlived the love
of truth, wrote to the papers to say that they had been familiar with the
works of Ghurab in Afghanistan, and Aden, and other suitable localities a
quarter of a century ago. A Ghurab-of-Karmanshah Club sprang into
existence, the members of which alluded to each other as Brother
Ghurabians on the slightest provocation. And to the flood of inquiries,
criticisms, and requests for information, which naturally poured in on
the discoverer, or rather the discloser, of this long-hidden poet, the
Rev. Wilfrid made one effectual reply: Military considerations forbade
any disclosures which might throw unnecessary light on his nephew's
movements.

After the war the Rector's position will be one of unthinkable
embarrassment, but for the moment, at any rate, he has driven _The
Forbidden Horsepond_ out of the field.

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