XCV
"Thou shalt not kill!"—Thy words, O God, we heed,
Though thy two Soul-devouring Angels feed
Thy Promise of another life on this,—
To have spared us both, it were a boon indeed.
XCVI
Oh I that some one would but return to tell
If old Nubakht is burning now in hell,
Or if the workers for the Prophet's prize
Are laughing at his Paradisal sell.
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