I dreamt I sought the tent of Old Khayyam, And stood aloof, of all his guests the least, ‘ • Until he spake to greet my sad salaam : “ Come, share the gold and crimson of the feast ! Lo ! here be figs and dates and ruby wine, And golden honey in its hive-wax pure, And if to ease a cold you so incline, Here’s Woods’ Great Peppermint Cure.” . (6)
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Putaruru Press, Volume IV, Issue 133, 20 May 1926, Page 2
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