BY ABU MENBAA CARAWASH, SULTAN OF MOUSEL
Translated into English Verse by J. D. Carlyle, BD
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Hail, chastening friend, Adversity! 'tis thine
The mental ore to temper and refine;
To cast in Virtue's mould the yielding heart,
And Honour's polish to the mind impart.
Without thy wakening touch, thy plastic aid,
I'd lain the shapeless mass that Nature made;
But formed, great artist, by thy magic hand,
I gleam a sword, to conquer and command.
