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OMÀR AND THE PERSIAN.
THE victor stood beside the spoil, and by the grinning dead :
The land is ours, the foe is ours, now rest, my men, he said.
But while he spoke there came a band of foot-sore, panting men :
The latest prisoner, my lord, we took him in the glen,
And left behind dead hostages that we would come again.
The victor spoke : Thou, Persian dog ! hast cost more lives than thine.
That was thy will, and thou shouldst die full thrice, if I had mine.
