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Lyrics of Love and Laughter Oh, weep, oh weep, for Sutna, So young, so dear, so fair, Her face is gray and silent Beneath her dusky hair. And wail, oh, wail, for Akbar, Who walks the desert sands, Crying aloud for Sutna, Wringing his fevered hands. In the tents of Akbar The tears of sorrow run, But the corpse of Sutna's slayer, Lies rotting in the sun. THE FOUNT OF TEARS. ALL hot and grimy from the road, Dust gray from arduous years, I sat me down and eased my load Beside the Fount of Tears. 167