The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam by Exhibition Literature

1906 Elbert

Hubbard

THE RUBAIYAT WELL here three sad sweet spirits

Perfume

born

fading Rose-leaves, visions of

The Thorn

Behind each Flower of Joy in Life's Bouquet, And one long Sigh we make too oft to scorn.

perhaps divides the False and '

HHAIR

False

True;" or True thy Verses, we

Of meed bestow on One

this

due

most bitter-sweet

read and dream, then dream and read anew.

CHARLES

NETTLETON.

ADDRESS OF JOHN HAY

OMAR KHAYYAM By HON.

JOHN HAY

ADDRESS DELIVERED DECEMBER

OMAR KHAYYAM

ZCAN

AT THE DINNER OF THE

CLUB, LONDON.

never forget

saw FitzGerald's

1897,

my emotions when translations of the

rains. Keats, in his sublime

man's

once for

Quat-

ode on Chap-

has described the sensation

all:

Then

felt I like

When

The

Homer

1 first

new

some watcher

of the skies

planet swims into his ken.

exquisite beauty, the faultless form, the singular

grace of those amazing stanzas were not more wonderful than the depth

and breadth

philosophy, their knowledge of

of their profound

life,

their dauntless

courage, their serene facing of the ultimate problems

of life

and death.

course the doubt did not spare

me, which has assailed many as ignorant as I was of the literature of the East, whether it was the poet or the translator to

Was

it,

in fact,

whom was

due

this

splendid result.

a reproduction of an antique song, or

the mystification of a great modern, careless of fame

and scornful of

his

time? Could

the Eleventh Century, so far

accomplished a tinction,

be possible that

as Khorassan, so

away

of letters lived, with such dis-

such breadth, such insight, such calm

disillu-

and jocund despair? Was this Weltschmerz," which we thought a malady of our

sions, '

man

such cheerful

day, endemic in Persia in

came upon a Rubaiyat, and I saw that lasted

till

quality of FitzGerald's ii

00 ?

literal

doubt only

translation

of the

not the least remarkable

poem was

its

fidelity

to the

original.

Qln

Omar was

short,

a FitzGerald, or

FitzGerald was a reincarnation of Omar.

It is

not to

the disadvantage of the latter poet that he followed so closely in the footsteps of the earlier.

had appeared

man

the world,

of incomparable beauty

and power

extraordinary genius

had sung a song

an environment no longer worthy of him, in a language of narrow range for many generations the

;

song was virtually

lost

;

then by a miracle of creation,

a poet, a twin-brother in the

who

took up the forgotten

was born, poem and sang it anew

spirit to

the

first,

melody and

force,

accumulated refinement of ages of

art. It

with

all

its

idle to ask

original

all

seems to

the

which was the greater master; each seems

greater than his work. of precious

and

The

song

an instrument

workmanship and marvelous

tone,

which

common

worthless in

hands, but

when

falls,

long intervals, into the hands of the supreme master, it

yields a

that

melody

have ears

comparison.

to hear. If

the

influence of

two

Omar

FitzGerald to speech

of transcendent enchantment to all

no longer any

sang to a half barbarous province ;

the

world.

Wherever

the

English

spoken or read, the Rubaiyat have taken

India, nor a village in

friend

look at the sphere of

poets, there

their place as a classic.

a coterie

There

not a hill-post in

England, where there

whom Omar Khayyam

and a bond of union.

equal following, in

many

not

familiar

America he has an

regions and conditions. In

the Eastern States his adepts form an esoteric sect

the beautiful volume of drawings

by Mr. Vedder,

a center of delight and suggestion wherever iv

;

exists,

West you

In the cities of the

will find the Quatrains

one of the most thoroughly read books in any club library. I heard them quoted once in one of the most lonely

and desolate

spots of the high Rockies.

had been camping on the Great Divide, our the world," where in the space of a few

may

see

two

springs,

one sending

its

roof of

feet

you

waters to the

Polar solitudes, the other to the eternal Carib summer.

One I

morning

was

man

at sunrise, as

startled to

we were

breaking camp,

hear one of our party, a

frontiers-

born, intoning these words of sombre majesty

but a Tent where takes his one day's rest

A Sultan to the realm of Death addrest; The Strikes, I

Sultan

rises,

and the dark Ferrash

and prepares

for another Guest.

thought that sublime setting of primeval forest and

pouring canyon was worthy of the lines;

sure

the dewless, crystalline air never vibrated to strains of

more solemn music.

Certainly, our poet can never

be numbered among the great popular writers of all time. He has told no story he has never unpacked ;

his heart in public

;

he has never thrown the

the neck of the winged horse, and

him where

carry

it listed.

"Ah

let his

the

reins

imagination

crowd must have

emphatic warrant," as Browning sang.

Its

are not for the cool, collected observer,

whose eyes

glitter

can dazzle, no mist

suffuse.

suffrages

The many

can-

not but resent that air of lofty intelligence, that pale

and subtle

smile.

ever

that limited

among

and Epicurus

But he will hold a place

like Lucretius

without rage or defiance, even with-

out unbecoming mirth, vi

number who,

for-

look deep into the tangled

mysteries of things; refuse credence to the absurd,

and allegiance

to arrogant authority ; sufficiently con-

scious of fallibility to

faith

too

wide

tolerant of all opinions ; with

for doctrine

and a benevolence

untrammeled by creed; too wise to be wholly poets, and yet too surely poets to be implacably wise.

Vll

THE RUBAIYAT

For the Sun

who

scattered

into flight

The

Stars before

him from the

Field of Night,

Drives Night along with them from Heav'n, and strikes

The

Sultan's Turret with a Shaft of Light. II

EFORE

the

phantom of False morning died, Methought a Voice within the Tavern cried,

When

Why

all

the

Temple

prepared within,

nods the drowsy Worshipper outside." 25

Ill

HND

as the

Cock crew,

those

who stood

before

The Tavern shouted "Open then the Door You know how little while we have to stay,

And

once departed,

may

return no more."

IV the

New

Year

The thoughtful Soul Where the White Hand Puts out, and Jesus

reviving old Desires, to Solitude retires,

Moses on the Bough from the Ground suspires. of

RAM indeed

But

And

gone with

all his

Jamshyd's Sev'n-ring'd

Rose,

Cup where no

one knows; still

And many

Ruby

kindles in the Vine,

a Garden by the Water blows.

HND

David's

lips

are lockt ; but in divine

High-piping Pehlevi, with "Wine! Wine!

Wine!

Red Wine!" That sallow cheek

the Nightingale cries to the

Rose

of hers to' incarnadine.

VII fill

the Cup, and in the

Your Winter-Garment OOME,

The

Bird of

flutter

Time

has but a

and the Bird

of Spring

fire

Repentance

little

fling:

way

on the Wing.

VIII

HETHER at Naishapur or Babylon, Whether the Cup with sweet

or bitter run,

The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop, The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one. 28

ACH Morn a thousand Roses brings, you say; Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday ?

And

this first

Summer month

that brings the

Rose

Jamshyd and Kaikobad away.

Shall take

ELL,

let it

we With Kaikobad

take them! to

have

the Great, or Kaikhosru?

Let Zal and Rustum

Or Hatim

What

call to

bluster as they will,

Supper

heed not you. 29

ITH me along the That

Where

And

name

the

Peace

just divides

Herbage strown

the desert from the sown,

of Slave

Mahmud

strip of

and Sultan

his golden

forgot

Throne

XII Verses underneath the Bough, Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread and Thou of

A HBOOK me Beside

singing in the Wilderness

Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow 30

XIII

OME for the Glories of This World; and some Sigh for the Prophet's Paradise to come

Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum

;

go,

XIV *

to the blowing Rose about us "Lo, ""^.OOK " _p ^J Laughing," she says, into the world I blow,

once the silken

Tear, and

its

tassel of

Purse

Treasure on the Garden throw."

XV who husbanded the Golden grain, And those who flung it to the winds like those

Rain,

Alike to no such aureate Earth are turn'd

As, buried once,

Men

want dug up

again.

XVI Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Turns Ashes or it prospers; and anon, Like

Snow upon

Lighting a

little

the Desert's dusty Face,

hour or two

was gone.

XVII in this batter'd

Whose

How Abode

Caravanserai

Portals are alternate Night and

Sultan after Sultan with his his

destin'd Hour, and went

Day,

Pomp his

way.

XVIII say the Lion and the Lizard keep

The

Courts where Jamshyd gloried and

drank deep:

And

Bahram,

Stamps o'er

his

that great

Hunter

the

Head, but cannot break

Wild Ass

his Sleep.

XIX

SOMETIMES think The Rose

that never

blows so red

where some buried Caesar bled

;

That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.

HND

this reviving

Herb whose

tender

Fledges the River-Lip on which

Ah, lean upon it lightly! From what once lovely Lip 34

for it

who knows

springs unseen

Green lean

XXI

~J |"H,

MY Beloved,

fill

the

Cup

that clears

To-day of past Regrets and future Fears: To-morrow! Why, To-morrow I may be

W_ M^

Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n thousand Years.

XXII

f"OR

^Have \

And

some we

loved, the loveliest

That from his Vintage drunk

their

rolling

Cup a Round

one by one crept

and the best

Time hathprest,

or two before,

silently to rest.

XXIII

now make merry in the Room They left, and Summer dresses in new bloom, we, that

Ourselves must

Descend

beneath the Couch of Earth

ourselves to

make a Coucli

for

whom?

XXIV

HH, Before

Dust

MAKE the most of what we yet may spend,

too into the Dust descend

into Dust,

and under Dust,

;

lie,

Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and 36

sans

End

XXV for those

who

for

To-day prepare, some To-morrow stare,

And HLIKE A

those that after

Muezzin from the Tower

"Fools! your

Reward

of Darkness cries,

neither

Here nor There."

XXVI HY,

all

the Saints and Sages

who

discuss'd

the

Are

Two

Worlds

foolish

scatter'd,

so wisely

Prophets forth

and

their

;

they are thrust their

Mouths are

Words

Scorn

stopt with Dust.

XXVII when young f V ^YSELF Doctor and and

* *

did eagerly frequent

About

Came

Saint,

heard great

argument and about but evermore :

out by the same door

where

went.

XXVIII

ITH them the seed of Wisdom did And with mine own hand wrought make

And I

this

came 38

was

all

grow; the Harvest it

Water, and

that

Wind

1 I

reap'd go."

sow,

XXIX this

Universe, and

INTO

Nor Whence,

And I

know

out of

it,

Why not

Water

Wind

knowing

willy-nilly flowing

along the Waste,

not Whither, willy-nilly blowing.

XXX '..-.''

WW ^HAT, \A/

And

}

without asking, hither hurried

Whence?

without asking, Whither hurried hence

Oh, many a Cup of this forbidden Wine Must drown the memory of that insolence !

;

XXXI

FROM Earth's

Centre through the

Seventh Gate I

rose

and on the Throne of Saturn

And many

sate,

a Knot unravel'd by the

But not the Master-Knot of

Human

Road

;

Fate.

XXXII was

Key; There was the Veil

Some

little

There was 40

talk

the

Door

thro'

which

awhile of

which

found no

might not see

and Thee

and then no more of Thee and Me.

XXXIII

ARTH could not answer;

nor the Seas that

mourn In flowing Purple, of their

Nor

And

rolling

Lord

Heaven, with

forlorn

all his

;

Signs reveal'd

hidden by the sleeve of Night and Morn.

XXXIV of the

The

Veil,

Thee

lifted

Me who my

A Lamp amid the Darkness As

from Without

'The

;

works behind

hands to

and

within

find

heard,

Thee blind!" 41

XXXV

HEN I

And Drink

to the

Lip

of this poor earthen

lean'd, the Secret of to

Lip for,

Lip

murmur'd

my "

once dead, you never

Life to learn

While you

shall return."

And

How

that with fugitive

Articulation answer'd, once did

drink

many

;

and

Kisses might

live,

the passive Lip it

take

kiss'd,

and give!

live,

XXXVI

THINK the Vessel,

Urn

XXXVII

"TOR ^F 7* To

And It

remember stopping by the way watch a Potter thumping his wet Clay 1

with

murmur'd

its

all-obliterated

Tongue

"Gently, Brother, gently, pray!*'

XXXVIII

HND

has not such a Story from of

Down

Man's

Old

successive generations roll'd

such a clod of saturated Earth

Cast by the

Maker

into

Human mould ? 43

XXXIX

HND

For Earth

not a drop that from our

throw

to drink of, but

quench the

There hidden

Cups we

steal

below

Anguish in some Eye beneath, and long ago.

fire

far

may

XL 5

THEN the Tulip for her morning sup

Of Heav'nly Vintage from

the

soil

looks up,

Do you devoutly do the like, Heav'n To Earth invert you like an empty Cup. till

XLI no more with

To-morrow's tangle

And The

lose

your

to the

Human winds

or Divine,

resign,

fingers in the tresses of

Cyprus-slender Minister of Wine.

XLII

HND

the

Wine you

drink, the

Lip you

press,

what All begins and ends in Yes Think then you are To-day what Yesterday You were To-morrow you shall not be less.

End

;

XLIII

WHEN the Angel of the darker Drink At

And

last shall find

offering his

Cup,

you by the invite

Forth to your Lips to quaff

river-brink,

your Soul

you

shall not shrink.

XLIV

m mi ^ HY, ^^^/ And Were

not a

the Soul can fling the Dust aside,

naked on the Air of Heaven

Shame

were *t not a Shame

him In this clay carcase crippled to abide?

ride,

for

XLV IS but a Tent where takes his one day's Sultan to the realm of Death addrest

The Strikes,

Sultan

rises,

rest, ;

and the dark Ferrash

and prepares

for another Guest.

XLVI

fear not lest Existence closing your

Account, and mine, should know the

no more

The

;

Eternal Saki from that

Bowl has pour'd

Millions of Bubbles like us, and will pour.

XLVII You and Oh, but

behind the Veil are past,

the long, long while the

World

shall last,

Which

of our

Coming and Departure heeds

the Sea's self should heed a pebble-cast.

XLVIII

MOMENT'S

Halt

a momentary

taste

Of Being from the Well amid the Waste And Lo the phantom Caravan has reacht The Nothing it set out from Oh, make haste !

XLIX

OULD you that spangle of Existence spend

About

the secret

quick about

it,

Friend

A Hair perhaps divides the False and True And

upon what,

HHAIR

prithee, does life

perhaps divides the False and True;

Yes and a ;

Could you but

And

depend ?

find

peradventure to

single Alif -were the clue it

to the Treasure-house,

The Master

too

;

TO Running

HOSE secret Presence, through Creation's veins

Quicksilver-like eludes your pains all

Taking

shapes from

They change and

perish

Mah

all

but

;

Mahi and ;

remains ;

LII

MOMENT guess'd

then back behind

the Fold

Immerst of Darkness round the

Which,

for the

Drama

roll'd

Pastime of Eternity,

doth Himself contrive, enact, behold. 50

LIII

UT Of

in vain,

down on

the stubborn floor

Earth, and up to Heav'n's unopening

Door,

You

gaze To-day, while

To-morrow, when You

You

shall

are

You

how then

You no more ?

LIV

ASTE

not your Hour, nor in the vain

pursuit

Of This and That

endeavour and dispute

Better be jocund with the fruitful

Than

;

Grape

sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit. 51

LV know,

Friends, with

what a brave

Carouse I

made a Second Marriage

house

Divorced old barren Reason from

And

;

Bed,

took the Daughter of the Vine to Spouse.

LVI and TJOR "Is" and *

Line,

And "Up-and-down" Of

Was

all

"Is-not" though with Rule

that

by Logic

one should care

define,

to fathom,

never deep in anything but 52

Wine.

LVII '

fH, BUT

W^ M JReduced

Computations, People say,

Year

the

to better reckoning?

Nay, *T was only

striking

from the Calendar

Unborn To-morrow, and dead Yesterday.

LVIII by the Tavern Door agape, Came shining through the Dusk an Angel

HND

lately

Shape Bearing a Vessel on his Shoulder

He bid me

taste of

;

and

was

;

and

the

Grape

LIX Grape

that can with

The Two-and-Seventy The

Logic absolute

jarring Sects confute

sovereign Alchemist that in a trice

Life's leaden metal into

Gold transmute

LX mighty

That

all

Mahmud,

Allah-breathing Lord,

the misbelieving and black

Fears and Sorrows that

Scatters before

him with

his

infest the

Horde

Soul

whirlwind Sword.

LXI

HY,

this Juice

who

tendril as

A Blessing, we should use if

a Curse

God,

dare

Blaspheme the twisted

And

the growth of

why,

then,

it,

a Snare ? should

Who

set

we it

not ?

there?

LXII

TT' MUST

abjure the

Balm

of Life,

must,

Scared by some After-reckoning ta'en on

Or To

lured with

fill

the

Cup

trust,

some Diviner Drink, when crumbled into Dust

Hope

LXIII

THREATS of One

Hell and Hopes of Paradise!

thing at least

certain

This Life

flies;

One thing is certain and the rest is Lies The Flower that once has blown for ever dies. ;

LXIV

TRANCE,

is it

not? that of the myriads

Before us pass'd the door of Darkness through,

Not one

Which 56

returns to

to discover

tell

us of the

must travel

Road, too.

who

LXV

Revelations of Devout and Learn'd

Who Are They

all

and as Prophets burn'd, which, awoke from Sleep

rose before us,

but Stories,

told their comrades,

and

Sleep return'd.

LXVI

SENT my Soul Some

through the

Invisible

letter of that After-life to spell

;

And by and by my Soul return'd to me, And answer'd "I Myself am Heav'n and Hell:" 57

LXVII but the Vision of

And Hell EEAV'N

the

fulfill'd

Shadow from

Desire,

a Soul on

fire

Cast on the Darkness into which Ourselves,

late

emerg'd from,

shall so

soon expire.

LXVIII

ARE no other than

a moving

Of Magic Shadow-shapes

that

row

come and

Round with In

the Sun-illumin'd Lantern held

Midnight by the Master of the 58

Show

;

LXIX iLJT helpless Pieces of the

Upon

this

Game He

plays

Chequer-board of Nights and

Days; Hither and thither moves, and checks, and

And

one by one back

slays,

in the Closet lays.

LXX Ball no question

makes

Ayes and

Noes,

But Here or There as

strikes the

Player goes

;

And He that toss'd you down into the Field, He knows about it all He knows He knows

LXXI Moving Finger writes; and having Moves on nor all your Piety nor Wit

writ,

Shall lure

Nor

all

back

to cancel half

your Tears wash out a

a Line,

Word

it.

LXXII that inverted

Bowl they

call

the Sky,

Whereunder crawling coop'd we die,

Lift not your

hands to

for help

impotently moves as you or 60

for

live

and

LXXIII

ITH

Earth's

Man

first

Clay They did the Last

knead,

And there of the Last Harvest sow'd the Seed And the first Morning of Creation wrote What the Last Dawn of Reckoning shall read.

LXXIV

ESTERDAY prepare

To-Morrow's

Drink! for you

Day s Madness

did

;

Silence,

Drink! for you

This

Triumph, or Despair:

know not whence you came, nor why:

know

not

why you

go, nor where.

LXXV you

this

When,

started

from the

Goal, ZTELL Over

the flaming shoulders of the Foal

Of Heav'n Parwin and In

Mushtari they

flung,

predestin'd Plot of Dust and Soul.

LXXVI

HE Vine had struck a fibre If

clings

Of my Base That

shall

Being

which about

the Dervish flout

may be filed a Key, the Door he howls without.

metal

unlock

let

;

LXXVII

HND

this

Ma**

Light

Kindle to Love, or

One

know: whether the one True

Flash of

Better than in the

Wrath consume me

quite,

within the Tavern caught

Temple

lost outright.

LXXVIII

HAT out of senseless Nothing to provoke A conscious Something to resent the !

yoke

Of unpermitted Pleasure, under Of Everlasting Penalties, if broke

pain

LXXIX

HAT

from

his helpless

Creature be

repaid

Pure Gold

Sue

And

for

for a

what he

lent

him

Debt we never did

cannot answer

dross-allay'd contract,

the sorry trade

LXXX who didst with pitfall and with the Road I was to wander in,

OTHOU, Beset

Thou

wilt not with Predestin'd Evil round

Enmesh, and then impute 64

Fall to Sin

gin

LXXXI

THOU, who Man

OH ^

And

make,

ev'n with Paradise devise the Snake:

For Is

of baser Earth didst

all

the Sin wherewith the Face of

blacken'd

Man's forgiveness give

Man

and take!

LXXXII "

ITS

W_ M^

UNDER cover of departing

Once more I

Day

Slunk hunger-stricken Ramazan away, within the Potter's house alone

stood, surrounded

by the Shapes

of Clay.

LXXXIII

HAPES

of all Sorts

and

Sizes, great

small, lat

stood along the floor and by the wall;

And

some loquacious Vessels were; and some

Listen'd perhaps, but never talk'd at

all.

LXXXIV ID

one among them

My substance

of the

"Surely not

common Earth was

aid to this Figure moulded, to

in vain

be broke,

trampled back to shapeless Earth again." 66

ta'en

LXXXV "Ne'er a peevish Boy Would break the Bowl from which he drank said a

Second

in joy;

And He

that with

Will surely not

His hand the Vessel made

in after

Wrath

destroy."

LXXXVI Some HFTER

a momentary silence spake Vessel of a more ungainly Make;

'They sneer at me for leaning all awry: What! did the Hand then of the Potter shake?" 67

LXXXVII

HEREAT

some one

of the loquacious

LotI

think a Sufi pipkin

All

Who

this of

waxing hot Pot and Potter Tell me

the Potter, pray, and

who

then,

the Pot?"

LXXXVIII said another,

"Some

there are

who

Of one who threatens he will toss to Hell The luckless Pots he marr'd in making Pish! He's a Good Fellow, and 't will all be well." 68

LXXXIX

murmur'd one,

Let whoso make

kuy,

Clay with long Oblivion is gone dry: But fill me with the old familiar Juice,

Methinks

might recover by and by."

WHILE

the Vessels one

by one were

speaking,

The

little

Moon

look'd in

all

that

were

seeking:

And then they jogg'd each other, "Brother! Brother!

Now

for the Porter's shoulder-knot a-creaking!"

XCI ,

WITH

the

Grape my

fading Life

provide,

And wash the Body whence the Life has died, And lay me, shrouded in the living Leaf, By some

not unfrequented Garden-side.

XCII ev'n

Of Vintage

As But

buried Ashes such a snare

shall fling

into the

not a True-believer passing by

shall

be overtaken unaware.

Air

XCIII the Idols

Have done my INDEED

have loved so long

credit in this

wrong: Have drown'd my Glory

And

sold

World much

a shallow Cup,

Reputation for a Song.

XCIV indeed, Repentance oft before

swore but was XNDEED, I

And

then and then

sober

when

swore?

came Spring, and Rose-in-

hand

thread-bare Penitence apieces tore. 71

xcv much

And

robb'd

Wine has play'd the Infidel, me of my Robe of Honour

Well,

wonder

One

often

what the Vintners buy

half so precious as the stuff they

sell.

XCVI

TfTTET Ah, that Spring Rose! fe^

should vanish with the

;

That Youth's sweet-scented manuscript should

The

Nightingale that in the branches sang,

whence and whither flown 72

close!

again,

who knows!

XCVII *

WV \ OULD \A/

but the Desert of the Fountain

^;r^>

yield

One glimpse if dimly, yet indeed, reveal'd, To which the fainting Traveller might spring, As springs the trampled herbage of the field!

XCVIII

WW^l OULD but some winged Angel ere too

\A/

late

Arrest the yet unfolded Roll of Fate,

And make

the stern Recorder otherwise

Enregister, or quite obliterate!

XCIX

HH To

grasp

Would Re-mould

LOVE!

Him

with

conspire

this sorry

not it

could you and

Scheme

shatter

Things entire, to bits and then

nearer to the Heart's Desire!

ON rising Moon that looks for us again How low

oft hereafter will

she

wax and wane;

oft hereafter rising look for us

Through

this

same Garden

and

for

one

in vain

HND

when

like her,

Among the

Saki,

you

shall pass

Guests Star-scatter'd on the

Grass,

And Where

in I

your joyous errand reach the spot

made One

turn

down an empty

Glass!

SO HERE ENDETH THE RUBA1YAT OF OMAR KHAYYAM, AS TRANSLATED INTO ENGLISH BY EDWARD FITZGERALD AND DONE INTO A PRINTED BOOK BY THE ROYCROFTERS, AT THEIR SHOP IN EAST AURORA. WHICH IS IN ERIE COUNTY, NEW YORK, IN APRIL, MCMVI

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