East Saginaw courier., 1866-08-09

Into the city Of Kambalu,
BY the road that lsadeth TO Ispahan.
At the head Of his dusty caravan,
Laden with treasure from realms afar,
Baldacca and Kelat and Kandahar,
Rode the great captain Alau.
The Kahn from his palace window gazed
lie saw in the thronging street beneath,
In the light of the setting sun that blazed,
Through the clouds Of dust by the caravan raised
The fash of harness and jeweled sheath,
And the shining scimitars Of the guard.
And the weary camels that barred their teeth,
As they passed and passed through the gates un'
barred.
Into the gates of the palaec-yard.
Thus into the city of Kambalu
Rode the great captain Alau;
And he stood before the Kahn and said,--
"The enemies of my lord are dead
All the Kalifs Of all the West
Bow and obey his least behest;
Inc plulnt are uufh Win uoost
The weavers are busy in samarcaDd,
The miners are sitting the golden sand,
The divers are plunsing for pearls in the seas,
And peace and plenty are in the land.
I" Only Baldacca's Kalif alone
Rose in rebellion against thy throne;
His treasures are at the palace door,
With the swords and the shawls and the jewell
he wore;
His body is dust Ger the desert blown.
Z" A mile outside of BaIdacca's gate
left my forces to lie in watt
Concealed by forests and hillocks Of sand,
And forward dashed with n handful of men,
To lure the old tiger from his den
Into the ambush, had planned.
Ere the town was reached the alarm was spread
For We heard the sound of gongs from withini
With clash of cymbals and warlike din
The gates swung wide we turned and fed,
Aud the garrison sailed forth and pursued
With the gray old Kalif at their head,
And above the banner Of Mahomed:
Thus we shared them all, and the town was sub
dued.
:" As in at the gate we rode, behold,
A tower that was called the Tower Of Gold!
For there the Kshf had hidden his wealth,
Heaped and boarded, and piled on high,
Like sacks Of wheat in a granaryi
And there the old miser creep by stealth,
To feel of the gold that gave him health,
To gaze and gloat with his hungry eye
On jewels that CLEANED like glow-woms spark
Or the eyes of a panther in the dark.
| said TO the Kalif-- Thou art old
Thou hast no need Of so puch gold;
Thou should'st not have heaped and hiedsn !,
here,
Till he breath Of battle was hot and near,
But have sown through the land these useless
boards,
To s,,,.s. Into shini.s blades OF swords,
And keep thine honor sweet and clear.
These grains Of gold are not grains Of wheat,
These bars Of silver thou canst not eat;
Those jewels and pearls and precious stones
Cannot cure the aches in thy bones.
Nor keep the feet Of Death one hour
From climbing the stairwsys Of thy tower!'
" Then into his dungeon l locked the drone,
And left him TO feed there all alone
In the honey y-cells Of his golden hive;
Never a prayer, nor n cry, nor groan
Was heard from the massive walls Of stone,
Nor again was the Kalif seen alive
"When ut last we unlocked the door,
We found him dead upon the Q, or;
The rings had dropped from his wthered hands
His teoth were like bones in the desert sands
Still clutching his treasures he had died;
And as he lay there, he appeared
A statue Of gold with silver beard,
His arms outstretched as if eruci6ed."
This is the story, strange and true,
That the great captain Alau
Told to his brother the Tartar Khan,
When he rode that day into Kambalu
By the road that leadeth TO Ispahan.
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