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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357592" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hakim Kahn</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When first I found this forest place<br>More years ago than I can tell,<br>I met a man of alien race<br>And came to know and like him well;<br>A humble hawker, spare and tall,<br>Dark faced, a handsome, bearded man;<br>And often now bush folk recall<br>The kindly smile of Hakim Khan.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He plied his trade in ways remote,<br>Where bush-wives pawed his varied stock:<br>A working shirt, a winter coat,<br> Socks, handkerchiefs, a cheap print frock.<br>They chaffered with him till, at eve,<br>With well-fed horse and well-kept van,<br>Sim Jackson's block, by Jackson's leave,<br>Served as camp for Hakim Khan.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And many a talk and many a tale<br>We had together long ago.<br>He told me of the pleasant vale<br>Of Kashmir, where the roses grow:<br>And, while he spoke, his fine, dark eyes<br>Saw nought of bush or hawker's van,<br>But other scenes and other skies<br>That held the dreams of Hakim Khan.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And while the meat, that his own hand<br>Had slain, cooked o'er the camp fire's glow,<br>He spoke of this new, kindly land,<br>And kind, good men he'd come to know,<br>His white teeth flashing in a grin,<br>He spoke of Jackson - &quot;that nice man,<br>Grass for my horse.&quot; Small gifts could win<br>Deep gratitude for Hakim Khan.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For, when Sim Jackson lost his all<br>One summer while the bush-fires roared,<br>There came a figure, spare and tall,<br>And tossed a purse upon the board <br>A well-filled purse. &quot;That help you on;<br>Mister, you pay back when you can.<br>You been good friend.&quot; And he was gone. . . <br>Such was the heart of Hakim Khan.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He long since left our forest place,<br>This hawker with the soft, dark eyes<br>This simple man of alien race<br>Who looked on life so simply wise.<br>Back in his well-loved Kashmir vale,<br>Where roses grow he ends his span.<br>And many a bush friend hopes the tale<br>Of dreams come true for Hakim Khan.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q>
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More years ago than I can tell,
I met a man of alien race
And came to know and like him well;
A humble hawker, spare and tall,
Dark faced, a handsome, bearded man;
And often now bush folk recall
The kindly smil..."></div>
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