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Stratford Evening Post, Volume LVIII, Issue 82, 6 May 1926, Page 8

dreamt I sought the tent, of Old Khayyam, And stood aloof, of all his guests the least. Until he spake to greet my sad salaam; “Come, share the gold and crimson of the feast! Lo! here be figs and dates and ruby wine. And golden honey in its hive-wax pure, And if to case a cold you so •incline, Here’s Woods’ Groat Peppermint Cure.”