WHEN the sands of night are run And the toilers go their ways At the earliest peer of sun, Osman Aga kneels and prays. When the streets by noon are burned, And the rooftops scorch and blaze, With his brow toward Mecca turned, Osman Aga kneels and prays. At the purple shut of eve, When the pilgrim khanward strays, With the Faithful that believe, Osman Aga kneels and prays. But meanwhile this wag-beard gray Cheats the poor with spurious wares, So one scarce knows what to say In regard to Aga's prayers. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SIXTY-EIGHTH BIRTHDAY by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL ANOTHER SPRING by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE PROGRESS OF POETRY by JONATHAN SWIFT THREE SONNETS WRITTEN IN MID-CHANNEL: 1 by ALFRED AUSTIN VERSES TO -- --, ON THE FIFTIETH ANNIVERSARY OF THEIR MARRIAGE by BERNARD BARTON |