He paid his schoolpence then;—he’s now lord of the hour!
So Abbās[321] sallied forth to war, with fierce intent,
To put Muhammed down,—Islām to circumvent.
Defender of the Faith, till death, he then became;
The Caliphate was destined, in his line, to fame!555
So am I come, in hopes at this court to advance;
Though at its gate as yet, I feel I’ve every chance.
In quest of bread am I; as offering, water bring.
The hope of bread sets wide heaven’s portals at one swing.
’Twas bread that drove out Adam from his paradise;