[Illustration: _The Scanty Stock we set our hearts upon ..._] XI Alike for those who for the Drouth prepared And those who, like myself, more poorly fared, Fond Memory weaves Roseate Shrouds to dress Departed Spirits we have loved--and shared. XII Myself when young did eagerly frequent The gilded Bar, and all my Lucre spent For bottled Joyousness, but evermore Came out less steadily than in I went. XIII The legal Finger writes; and having writ, Moves on--and neither Thirst nor Wit Has lured it back to cancel half a line To give a Man excuse for being lit. [Illustration: _Myself when young did eagerly frequent The gilded Bar ..._] XIV And Bill the Bootlegger--the Infidel!-- When He takes my last Cent for just a Smell Of Hooch, I wonder what Bootleggers buy One half so precious as the Stuff they sell. XV Oh Bill, Who dost with White Mule and with Gin Beset the Road I am to Wander in, If I am garnered of the Law, wilt Thou, All piously, Impute my Fall to Sin? [Illustration: _And Bill the Bootlegger--the Infidel!--_] XVI Yon rising Moon that looks for us again-- How oft hereafter will she wax and wane; But, Oh, how oft before we have beheld _Six_ Moons arise--who now seek _Two_ in vain. XVII And when Thyself at last shall come to trip Down that dim Dock where Charon loads his Ship, I'll meet Thee on the other Wharf if Thou Wilt promise to have Something on thy Hip. [Illustration: _But, Oh, how oft before we have beheld Six Moons arise ..._] End of Project Gutenberg's The Rubaiyat of Ohow Dryyam, by J. L. Duff