Life — August 28, 1902 — page 15: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Omar Khayyam. (AN APPRECIATION.) M AKER of tents, a strenuous thousand years a Have passed since thou didst love the cup that cheers, Yet we, who live in this progressive age, Can know thy joys, thy doubtings, and thy fears. We see a thousand things thou couldst not know, A thousand “features” added to the show ; But when we search the dark beyond, like thee From that same door we enter, out we go. Perchance thou knowest now, and so may we, When this clay careass sets its prisoner free. This show is good ; no nced for us to haste Past the grim sentinel that holds the key. Here's to thee, Omar, who hast gone before. ‘The mist is thick—we see no other shore ; Then let us live the life we're here to live, Know what we can, and ask for nothing more. Still shifts the magic scenery of the play, ‘Unborn to-morrow and dead yester- day"; And, reading out our hearts between thy lines, We bare our reverent heads, and cry: E.G. Bradbury, comicbooks.com