John Godfrey Saxe (Джон Годфри Сакс)
A Persian Tale
That blessings lost, though hard to bear, Are light when weighed with carking care, — Some ill whose ever-goading spite Affects us morning, noon, and night, — Sadi, the Persian poet, shows Most humorously. The story goes — So sings the bard — that, on a time, Somewhere within the Eastern clime, A worthy gentleman, whose wife Took sudden leave of him and life, In deepest lamentation fell For the dear dame whom long and well The man had loved, — as well might be, — For she was good, and fair to see, And crowned with every winning grace Of mind and soul to match her face. What much his weight of woe in creased, The mother of the dear deceased, A meddling beldame, old and cross, Remained to help him mourn his loss. From morn to night the vixen's tongue He heard, and groaned; and still she clung Leech-like unto the widowed spouse; For, by the daughter's nuptial vows, The woman said, it was agreed — Dared he dispute it? — no, indeed! — Her mother in the house should stay, A guest — unto her dying day! In vain the hapless man essayed To buy her off; in vain portrayed The pleasures of a trip to Rome; She still 'preferred to stay at home!' One day, amidst the deafening din Of angry tongues, some friends came in, With sympathetic voice to pay Condolence, in the common way; And, hinting at his recent loss, Amazon Honor System Hoped Heaven would help him bear his cross. 'Thanks!' said the mourner, with a sigh, 'My loss is great, — I can't deny; But for affliction, I must say, What God was pleased to take away A less calamity I find Than what He chose to leave behind!'
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