Mahmout , the Persian, in splendor rare Dwelt in Shiraz, in a palace fair; In old Shiraz, on limestone ledges That rim the sharp and curving edges Of the Persian Gulf—the Gulf of Pearl, Whose waves like scimitars gleam and whirl. His halls were crowded with courtiers brave; His ships sailed over the Caspian wave; His home was jewelled with love and fame, And yet Mahmout was in saddened frame; So sad one day that the Sun stood still To ask the cause of his seeming ill.
Log in to read this article
Not a subscriber to JSH-Online? Subscribe today and receive online access to The Christian Science Journal, Sentinel, and Herald including digital editions of the print periodicals, Web original articles, blogs, and podcasts, over 30,000 minutes of Sentinel Radio and audio chats, searchable archive going back to 1883! Learn More.