Collected Works (Vol. II)

PENTECOST 167 115 130 135 140 145 * A flat cake of unleavened bread. As a matter of fact they do not enjoy and indeed will not eat them, preferring ‘‘dok,” a paste of coarse flour and water, wrapped round a hot stone. Still youre young yet, scarce forty—we’ll hope at three score You'll be more of a singer, and less ofa whore. Fach to his trade! live out your life ! Fondle your child, and buss your wife ! Trust not, fear not, steer straight and strong ! Don’t worry, but just get along. I used to envy all my Balti coolies #4 In an inversé kind of religious hysteria, Though every one a perfect fool is, To Judge by philosophic criteria, My Lord Archbishop. The name of Winchester, Harrow, or Eton * makes them not two inches stir. They know not Trinity, Merton, or Christchurch ; They worship, but not at your back-pews-high-priced Church. ‘Tve seen them at twenty thousand feet On the ice, in a snow-storm, at night fall, repeat | Their prayers 73—will your Grace do as much for your Three As they do for their One? I have seen—may you see! They sleep and know not what a mat is ; Seem to enjoy their cold chapaties ;* Are healthy, strong—and some are old. They do not care a damn for cold, Behave. like children, .trust in Allah ; (Flies in Mohammed’s spider-parlour !) They may not think: at least they dare Live out their lives, and little care Worries their souls—worse fools they seem Than even Christians. Do I dream? Probing philosophy to marrow, What thought darts in its poisoned arrow But this? (my wisdom, even to me, | Seems folly) may their folly be True Wisdom?- O esteemed Tahuti ! % You are, youare, you are a beauty ! If after all these years of worship You hail Ra” his bark or Nuit 2? her ship remains warm all day. It cooks gradually, and Live out thy life! Charac- ter of Balti. His religious sincerity. Re- lations of poet and the Egyp- tian God of Wisdom. Crowley dis- missed with a jest.