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Mahomet Stanford, with covetous stare, / Gazed on a vision surpassingly fair: / Far on the desert's remote extreme / A mountain of gold with a mellow gleam / Reared its high pinnacles into the sky, / The work of "mirage" to delude the eye.
Pixley Pasha, at the Prophet's feet / Piously licking them, swearing them sweet, / Ventured, observing his master's glance, / To beg that he order the mountain's advance.