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KING AHASUERUS in his palace at Shu Sh n	A
Gave a feast unto his princes Tarshish Meres Memuc n	A
And some others whose outlandish names it boots not to rehearse	B
You will find them all in Esther chapter First and fourteenth verse	B
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And when the feast was at its height and jest and story flew	C
And reverberant laughter shook the hangings white and green and blue	C
Ahasuerus hammered with his sceptre on the board	D
And at the royal signal silence promptly was restored	D
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Great lords our Privy Councillors the mighty monarch said	E
The chiefest of our provinces is now without a head	E
Assyria is vacant and we ask you who is he	F
Who worthiest is to rule the roost in that great Satrapy	G
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Then one named one another one till all had said their say	H
But at each name the monarch shook his head and answered Nay	H
Ye only think he cried of high degree and princely birth	I
Hen w horbar y nor is the man for Us whose claim is simply worth	I
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Hen w horbar y nor At the name there burst so joyful a hurroo	J
That the palace hangings swayed in curves of white and green and blue	C
And waving golden goblets Tarshish Meres Memuc n	A
Etcetera shouted Live the King Hen w horbar y nor is the man	K
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Now Hen w horbar y nor was a modest chief who ruled a scanty folk	L
And his soul was filled with wonder when the news upon him broke	L
Which proves if proof is wanted that a man may be alert	M
And wideawake to everything except his own desert	M
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The war worn hero fain had put the glittering prize aside	N
But Duty called with trumpet tone and would not be denied	N
And at the old familiar sound his answering spirit leapt	O
And his posts were straightway flying with the message I accept	O
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And his people ah his people they were glad and they were sad	P
They were proud and yet cast down the news was good the news was bad	P
Each felt higher by a cubit and yet lower by a head	E
And they bragged of his promotion mingling tears with what they said	E
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But where all sincerely sorrowed Persian chroniclers agree	J
That the saddest of the mourners were the Civil Scribery	J
A superior class of men who these same chroniclers declare	J
Were the best of all good fellows in that land or anywhere	J
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Now the Scribery had a custom quite peculiar to this folk	L
To give departing friends an apotheosis of smoke	L
So they waited on the Satrap and besought him to submit	Q
To the process on such evening as His Altitude thought fit	Q
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'Tis small honour we can render said the scribe who spoke their views	R
We are poor Sir devilish poor with ten per centum off our screws	R
But we'd fain give you a pleasure to remember when you're gone	S
And the kindly Satrap bowed his honour'd head and said I'm on	T
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But when the deputation had departed there came near	J
A stealthy footed chamberlain who whispered in his ear	J
There s a Farewell Ode included in the pleasure they prepare	J
And the hero of a hundred fights dropped back into his chair	J
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Yea he whose eye had ever in fierce conflict brightest glowed	U
He who before had ne'er known fear now quailed before the Ode	U
And he cried Is there no outlet from this horrible abyss	V
Chillianwallah Delhi Gujerat were not a patch on this	V
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Yet stay for now a happy thought took shape within his brain	W
You cannot Farewell Ode a man who chooses to remain	W
Oh blessed inspiration the solution clear he saw	X
And out he rushed and wired Ahasuerus I withdraw	X
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Exit Farewell Ode But synchronously with its exit came	Y
A new problem into history that still preserves his fame	Y
For historians still dispute the question each with some fresh lie	Z
Why Hen w horbar y nor slung Assyria But we know the reason why	Z

James Brunton Stephens

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