THE ROAD TO WISDOM

 

 

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List to me old Omar,

of whence you come and go;

that of which you had no ken,

but dearly longed to know.

I'll turn a few old pages,

the lesson for to see

beyond sans wine, and dust to dust;

beyond the temporal tree.

 

 

You wondered what the vintners buy

with that from which they sell,

that ever could be quite as good,

and do the work so well.

There is another vine you see,

much sweeter than the brew;

who's roots go deeper into truth,

and lift your mind anew.

 

 

So many doors you entered

and tallied there so long;

but ner a one there told you of

the singer and the song.

So stay a while yet longer

while I tell of what I know;

and the swan-song of my story,

of whence we come and go.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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