LIBRARY OF CONGRESS 015 930 642 2 PS 3543 .fl43 Q6 1904 Copy 1 Quod Dedi Rabeo By lUilliaiti l>ariiiati van Jllletit $« Z. D. Privately Printed Boston ebristmas* memiu. Quod Dedt l>abeo. Unlaurclled, idtiorant of music's art. It falls to mc to play tbc pocfs part Before this goodly fellowship of friends, Gathered together from the land's far ends* Hnd so 1 bring a tale from out the East Co grace the ending of our yearly feast, Oirit first in that melodious Persian tongue Olherein Omar Khayyam and l^afiz sung. Hnd pray you pardon for the clumsiness Chat clothes the story in an English dress. Cbe Fall of Baldacca« « « « J1 mighty PHnce once reigned in Braby, Cord of Baldacca styled, and Islam's Shield. Chousands of spearmen owned his sovereignty, Chousands of servants toiled in mine and field, Olhose labours all were spent but to supply Che yawning coffers of his treasury. Slow winding through the desert's dreary way Bis caravans brought silks and stones of price. Shawls from Kashmir and lacquer from €athay, Trom far eipango's islands bales of spice, Und gold and silver work from liindustan, HII to enrich the more Baldacca's Khan. J1cro$$ the Persian Bulf bis dallcys went, Jind out into tbe wide expanse of sea, Co all tbe countries of tbe Orient, $earcbind for trade ivberever gain midbt be ; Cbe wbile tbeir master, in Baldacca's bold, Caufibed as be brooded o*er bis beaps of gold ; Caudbed as be wandered tbrougb tbe caverns dim. Piled bidb witb goodly gear and mercbandise, jRnd tbougbt bow all tbis wealtb belonged to bim, Jind bow to gatber gain was to be wise. Because, wbatever else migbt pass away, 0old would be gold until tbe judgment Day* Jind still tbe fever burned witbin bis soul ! 6lory and bonour were forgotten quite, Jind all bis striving was toward tbat one goal, Co see bis flickering lantern glimmer brigbt On ever-growing beaps of massy bars, Jind lewehcaskets glittering like stars Olitb lucent gems from out 6olconda's mine, Jind opals, lit witb secret, lambent flame, Jind rubies, coloured like forbidden wine* ff)e turned away from loves and war and fame, Jind brooded o'er sucb cold, insensate toys, Jls if in notbing else be could re|oice« lie laid aside bis royal pomp of state. Forgetting bow sucb pageants feed tbe eye, Jind tbinking only bow be migbt abate Cbe cbarges on bis palace treasury : Olby feed and clotbe a tbousand servingsmen, Oiben all bis tasks could be performed by ten ? 605163 ns 1 7 mi Or wby> indeed, maintatn in proud array 0rcat armies to defend Baldacca's throne, Bnd keep tbe fierce tnustapba, far away. From reaching forth to grasp and make his own Che fair rose^dardens of the north frontier, Hnd castles filled with splendid warlike gear? Chen came a famine on the parching land, Hnd all the people cried aloud for corn. But when the monarch heard the shrill demand, lie scowled with rage, and turned away in scorn : **Cet them eat grass, like other beasts,'' he said, **nor dare presume to trouble me for bread ! '' Jind so they died by hundreds in the street. Even in the shelter of the cool arcade Olhere once the king had set his ludgment seat. Before the cursed lust for gold had made B greedy miser of the nation's chief. Unwilling to afford their want relief. Jit last the starving sullen multitude Rebelled, and raged around his palace gate, Chreatening the guards, and calling out for food, mad with the frenzy of long=stif1ed hate, Olith bony, brandished arms tossed high in air. In agony of hunger and despair. Jind while the Khan grew pale with sudden dread, Jl mighty sound of marching men arose ; For, with their sovereign at his army's head, Che hosts of Farsistan, Baldacca's foes, made ready to assault the turret tali Guarding the town along the northern wall* Oloc to Baldacca's avaricious Kitid ! Cbe sbatteritid trumpets scarce bad sounded, when Cbe gates were swung wide open, welcoming Cbe Persian troops witb eager baste $ and tben mitbout a tbrust of spear or stroke of sword, Cbe crowd acclaimed Itlustapba sis tbeir lord* But weeks went by before tbe citadel Ufas stormed at last, and taken* Cbere, witbin. Upon a pile of seguins, wbere be fell, Cbere lay tbe migbty Kban, l11ansour=edsdin, Ulitb clawlike fingers striving still to bold, even in deatb bis boarded useless gold ! « c c c « c Cbis legend teacbes — ab, wbat need to tell Cbe fearful lesson unmistakable ? — €bat greed will come to want ; tbat selfisbness, $elfscentred and unmindful of distress. Is sure to end in anguisb and despair ; Jind tbat naugbt stays witb us save wbat we sbare* But we, wbom lust of lucre may not tempt, Hre still from subtler dangers unexempt : Und we must not forget, we most of all, f)ow tbirst for knowledge led to Hdam's fall* mere learning, garnered up in minds we1l=stored. Is wortbless as tbe starving miser's board ; Hnd only as we use our lore to aid Our poorer bretbren, bungry and dismayed, $ball we obey tbe Gospel's mandate clear. Forbidding us to lay up treasures bere* Our Blessed Cord iva$ bom in David's town, H royal city* and of fair renown ; JInd tbence lie lourneyed to tbe land of Kbenit JIbode of learninst even as Betblebem, Foretold o'er Hewry and mankind l>is reidti« But wben tbe angel guided tbem again from out tbe weary years of banisbmentt It was not up to Zion tbat tbey went* Cbe lioly €ity, ioy of all tbe eartb* nor to tbe gladsome place of 3€$U$' Birtb ; But down wbere, ignorant, despised, obscure. Peopled by Galilean peasants poor, H very by=word, as tbe proverb saitb* Far nortb among tbe bills lay nazaretb* JInd wbat is tbat but an ensample plain For us, wbo follow after in l>is train ? ^eirs of a Kingdom tbat abides for aye, Uie spend in classic courts our youtb's sbort day. But wbat avails it tbat we gatber lore from all tbe ages tbat bave gone before, Co rear vast monuments of selfisb pride, Cike tbose tbat burtben nilus' sandy side ? Tf Egypt's spell retain us, we are slaves, Oibo beap up stones to mark forgotten graves* 0od called l)is Son from Egypt's mysteries Co serve f)im in tbe regions men despise; Und in Wts triumpb we sball bave no sbare Unless we spend ourselves, our treasures, tbere* for still tbe poor lie in tbe gloom of deatbt Hnd every city slum is nazaretb* Jibt tbere are idols worse tban 3aganatb ; Hnd, crusbed and dying in tbeir cbariot's patb. Cic tbousands of our brothers, victims slain Ttf bomaac to tbe borrid demotit 6aiti* Ts molocb's worsbip ended ? Go and see l^ow many Cbristian mercbants tbere mav be Oibo slay tbeir neidbbors' cbildrent year by year, In tbe vile sweat=sbops' furnace atmospbere ! Hsbtoretb bas no longer votaries ? Cben on ivbose seared and duilty conscience lies Cbe blood of tbose, once innocent and sweett Driven to sbame, disbonour, and tbe street? Cbousands tbat walk in darlinesst yet sball see Cbe very Cidbt of Cidbt, if only ive» Olitb torcbes kindled at true Olisdom's flame, 60 down among tbe wretcbed in l$is name, Oibo never blessed tbe ricbt nor banned tbe poor, JInd arm ourselves to f idbt tbeir battles, sure Cbat Cbrist, tbe Carpenter of Galilee, Oiill of l^is mercy grant us victory ! J^ <^ Jt j^ I'his Legend, with its moral duly set forth, is part of a Poem read before the Alumni of Syracuse University by William Harman vak Allkn, of the Class of 1890, who now sends it, with his loving saluta- tions and Christmas blessing, to hi.«> parishioners of the Advent and to other friends. 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