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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=544971" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Eastern Tale</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Adressed To Mrs. S.C. Choate</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>A Persian lady we're informed-<br>This happened long, long years before<br>The Christian era ever dawned,<br>A thousand years, it may be more,<br>The date and narrative are so obscure,<br>I have to guess some things that should be sure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm puzzled with this history,<br>And rue that I began the tale;<br>It seems a kind of mystery-<br>I'm very much afraid I'll fail,<br>For want of facts of the sensation kind:<br>I therefore dwell upon the few I find.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I like voluminous writing best,<br>That gives the facts dress'd up in style.<br>A handsome woman when she's dressed<br>Looks better than (repress that smile)<br>When she in plainer costume does appear;<br>The more it costs we know she is more <br>dear<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The story is a Grecian one,<br>The author's name I cannot tell;<br>Perhaps it was old Xenophon<br>Or Aristotle, I can't dwell<br>On trifles; perhaps Plutarch wrote the story:<br>At any rate its years have made it hoary.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Greeks were famous in those days<br>In arts, in letters and in arms;<br>Quite plain and simple in their ways;<br>With their own hands they tilled their farms;<br>Some dressed the vine, some plow'd the ocean's wave;<br>Some wrote, were orators, or teachers grave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They were Republicans, in fact;<br>The Persians might have called them 'black<br>Republicans;' they never lacked<br>The power to beat a foeman back.<br>Thermopylae, so famed in Grecian story<br>Is but another name for martial glory.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A busy hive to work or fight,<br>Like our New England bold and strong;<br>A little frantic for the right,<br>As sternly set against the wrong;<br>And when for right they drew the sword, we know,<br>Stopped not to count the number of the foe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To me it is a painful sight<br>To see a nation great and good<br>Reduced to such a sorry plight,<br>And courtiers crawl where freemen stood,<br>And king and priests combine to seize the spoil,<br>While widows weep and beggar'd yeomen toil.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The philosophic mind might dwell<br>Upon this subject for an age:<br>The philanthropic heart might swell<br>Till tears as ink would wet the page;<br>The mystery, a myst'ry will remain-<br>The learning of the learned cannot explain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Persians were a gaudy race,<br>Much giv'n to dress and grand display;<br>I'm grieved to note this is the case<br>With other people at this day;<br>And folks are judged of from outside attractions,<br>Instead of from good sense and genteel actions.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dame in question was a type<br>Of all her class; handsome and rich<br>And proud, of course, and flashing like<br>A starry constellation, which<br>She was, in fact a moving mass of light<br>From jewels which outshone the stars at night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The tale is somewhat out of joint-<br>I'm not much given to complain;<br>'Tis in a most essential point<br>A blank; I've read it oft in vain<br>To find one syllable about her size,<br>The color of her hair, or of her eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or whether she was short or tall,<br>Or if she sung or play'd with grace,<br>If she wore hoops or waterfall<br>I cannot find a single trace<br>Of proof; and as I like to be precise,<br>My disappointment equals my surprise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This Persian belle; (confound the belle)<br>Excuse me, please; I won't be rude;<br>She's in my way, so I can't tell<br>My tale, so much does she intrude;<br>I wish I knew her age, and whether she<br>Was single, married, or engaged to be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These are important facts to know,<br>I wonder how they slipped the pen<br>Of him who wrote the story, so<br>I wonder at the taste of men<br>Who wrote for future ages thus to spoil<br>A tale to save time, paper, ink or oil.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our Persian lady, as I said,<br>Decked out in costly jewels rare,<br>A visit to a Grecian made-<br>A lady of great worth, and fair<br>To look upon, of great domestic merit<br>Which from a noble race she did inherit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Puffed up with vanity and pride,<br>The Persian flashing like a gem,<br>Displayed her brilliants, glittering wide;<br>The Grecian coldly looked at them:<br>'Have you no jewelry at all, to wear?<br>Your dress and person look so poor and bare.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She called her children to her side,<br>Seven stalwart sons of martial mien;<br>'These are my jewels,' she replied,<br>'I'm richer far than you, I ween:<br>These are the glory and the strength of Greece,<br>Which all the gems on earth would not increase,'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let others shine in diamonds bright,<br>Or hoard their greenbacks, bonds or gold,<br>You have your jewels in your sight,<br>And hearing, like the matron old;<br>And should they still continue to increase,<br>You'll beat the model mother of old Greece.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then hail Columbia, happy land!<br>While California yields her ore,<br>May you increase your jewel band,<br>By adding every year one more;<br>And when you're asked your jewels to display.<br>Point to your score of sons saying 'these are they.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+John+Scott">David John Scott</a><div class=q>
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A Persian lady we're informed-
This happened long, long years before
The Christian era ever dawned,
A thousand years, it may be more,
The date and narrative are so obscure,
I have to guess some things that should be ..."></div>
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