Sin is an enemy hard to slay;
Cry Allah ’l ’Akbar, and fight your way.’
VINE-VISIONS.
While the House of Hope is builded on the weak and shifting sand,
While our breath is as the wind is, take the flagon in your hand;
For while I was quaffing, laughing in the tavern yester-night,
From the unknown world an angel floated on my swimming sight—
Handed me a golden vessel, bade me drink, and as I drank