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FROM ABDALLAH IN LONDON TO MOHASSAN IN ISPAHAN	A
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Whilst thou Mohassan happy thou	B
Dost daily bend thy loyal brow	B
Before our King our Asia's treasure	C
Nutmeg of Comfort Rose of Pleasure	C
And bearest as many kicks and bruises	D
As the said Rose and Nutmeg chooses	D
Thy head still near the bowstring's borders	E
And but left on till further orders	E
Thro' London streets with turban fair	F
And caftan floating to the air	F
I saunter on the admiration	A
Of this short coated population	A
This sewed up race this buttoned nation	A
Who while they boast their laws so free	G
Leave not one limb at liberty	G
But live with all their lordly speeches	D
The slaves of buttons and tight breeches	D
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Yet tho' they thus their knee pans fetter	C
They're Christians and they know no better	C
In some things they're a thinking nation	A
And on Religious Toleration	A
I own I like their notions quite	H
They are so Persian and so right	H
You know our Sunnites hateful dogs	D
Whom every pious Shiite flogs	D
Or longs to flog 'tis true they pray	I
To God but in an ill bred way	I
With neither arms nor legs nor faces	D
Stuck in their right canonic places	D
'Tis true they worship Ali's name	J
Their heaven and ours are just the same	J
A Persian's Heaven is easily made	K
'Tis but black eyes and lemonade	K
Yet tho' we've tried for centuries back	L
We can't persuade this stubborn pack	L
By bastinadoes screws or nippers	D
To wear the establisht pea green slippers	D
Then only think the libertines	D
They wash their toes they comb their chins	D
With many more such deadly sins	D
And what's the worst tho' last I rank it	M
Believe the Chapter of the Blanket	N
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Yet spite of tenets so flagitious	D
Which must at bottom be seditious	D
Since no man living would refuse	D
Green slippers but from treasonous views	D
Nor wash his toes but with intent	O
To overturn the government	P
Such is our mild and tolerant way	I
We only curse them twice a day	I
According to a Form that's set	Q
And far from torturing only let	Q
All orthodox believers beat 'em	R
And twitch their beards where'er they meet 'em	R
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As to the rest they're free to do	S
Whate'er their fancy prompts them to	S
Provided they make nothing of it	M
Towards rank or honor power or profit	N
Which things we naturally expect	T
Belong to US the Establisht sect	T
Who disbelieve the Lord be thanked	U
The aforesaid Chapter of the Blanket	N
The same mild views of Toleration	A
Inspire I find this buttoned nation	A
Whose Papists full as given to rogue	V
And only Sunnites with a brogue	V
Fare just as well with all their fuss	D
As rascal Sunnites do with us	D
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The tender Gazel I enclose	D
Is for my love my Syrian Rose	D
Take it when night begins to fall	W
And throw it o'er her mother's wall	W
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GAZEL	W
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Rememberest thou the hour we past	X
That hour the happiest and the last	X
Oh not so sweet the Siha thorn	A
To summer bees at break of morn	A
Not half so sweet thro' dale and dell	W
To Camels' ears the tinkling bell	W
As is the soothing memory	G
Of that one precious hour to me	G
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How can we live so far apart	Y
Oh why not rather heart to heart	Y
United live and die	Z
Like those sweet birds that fly together	C
With feather always touching feather	C
Linkt by a hook and eye	Z

Thomas Moore

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