The Great Mogul

E-text prepared by D Alexander and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team (http://www.pgdp.net)
Author of “The Wings of the Morning” and “The Pillar of Light”
Illustrations by J. C. Chase
Copyright, 1905 By Edward J. Clode
The Plimpton Press Norwood Mass.

As it entered the gate the bar crashed across its knees.

“And is there care in Heaven?” Spenser’s Faerie Queene.
“Allah remembers us not. It is the divine decree. We can but die with His praises on our lips; perchance He may greet us at the gates of Paradise!”
Overwhelmed with misery, the man drooped his head. The stout staff he held fell to his feet. He lifted his hands to hide the anguish of eye and lip, and the grief that mastered him caused long pent-up tears to well forth.
His resigned words, uttered in the poetic tongue of Khorassan, might have been a polished verse of Sa’adi were they not the outpouring of a despairing heart. The woman raised her burning eyes from the infant clinging to her exhausted breast.