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Allah, perchance, the secret word might spell;
If Allah be, He keeps His secret well;
What He hath hidden, who shall hope to find?
Shall God His secret to a maggot tell?

— Omar Khayyám Le Gallienne, Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám (1897)

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Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough,
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One half so precious as the stuff they sell.

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