THE DEATH OF NEDHAM ALMOLK

Thy virtues fam'd thro' every land,

Thy spotless life, in age and youth,

Prove thee a pearl, by nature's hand,

Form'd out of purity and truth.

Too long its beams of Orient light

Upon a thankless world were shed;

Allah has now reveng'd the slight,

And call'd it to its native bed.

_Shebal Addaulet_.

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