PHILOSOPHY FOR OTHERS.
Salute the summer, breathe the breath of God,
Be happy while you can, for by-and-by
You that are now so full of life must die,
And redder roses blossom from your sod.
Believe me, brother, that behind the Veil
A harp is touched, and one is singing to it
A song of counsel, if you only knew it;
When wilt thou list, and let that song prevail?
Ask not poor Hafiz to admonish you