| Up from Earth`s Centre through the Seventh Gate
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Edward FitzGerald |
| Wake! For the Sun, who scatter`d into flight
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Edward FitzGerald |
| Waste not your Hour, nor in the vain pursuit
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Edward FitzGerald |
| We are no other than a moving row
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Edward FitzGerald |
| Well, let it take them! What have we to do
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Edward FitzGerald |
| What! from his helpless Creature be repaid
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Edward FitzGerald |
| What! out of senseless Nothing to provoke
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Edward FitzGerald |
| What, without asking, hither hurried Whence?
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Edward FitzGerald |
| When You and I behind the Veil are past,
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Edward FitzGerald |
| Whereat some one of the loquacious Lot -
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Edward FitzGerald |
| Whether at Naishapur or Babylon,
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Edward FitzGerald |
| Whose secret Presence, through Creation`s veins
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Edward FitzGerald |
| Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss`d
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Edward FitzGerald |
| Why, be this Juice the growth of God, who dare
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Edward FitzGerald |
| Why, if the Soul can fling the Dust aside,
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Edward FitzGerald |