Nonsense

Lyrics
Sing impassionate Soul! of Mohammed the complicate story:  Sing, unfearful of Man, groaning and ending in care. Short the Command and the Toil, but endlessly mighty the Glory!  Standing aloof if it chance, vainly our enemy's scare: What tho' we wretchedly fare, wearily drawing the Breath—,  Malice in wonder may stare; merrily move we to Death.
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Credits
- Writers
- Samuel Taylor Coleridge