In A Copy Of Omar Khayyam

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Title:     In A Copy Of Omar Khayyam
Author: James Russell Lowell [More Titles by Lowell]

These pearls of thought in Persian gulfs were bred,
Each softly lucent as a rounded moon;
The diver Omar plucked them from their bed,
Fitzgerald strung them on an English thread.

Fit rosary for a queen, in shape and hue,
When Contemplation tells her pensive beads
Of mortal thoughts, forever old and new.
Fit for a queen? Why, surely then for you!

The moral? Where Doubt's eddies toss and twirl
Faith's slender shallop till her footing reel,
Plunge: if you find not peace beneath the whirl,
Groping, you may like Omar grasp a pearl.

[The end]
James Russell Lowell's poem: In A Copy Of Omar Khayyam

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