From The Birmingham Age-Herald, December 26, 1912. El Shamar was a builder Of fame long years ago; Ar Hamel was a poet Of whom we little know. But once, a legend has it, Shamar stood and smiled Before a palace golden Which he had reared and styled. “Ar Hamel, I’m a builder, And you a singer—say, You write a song; I’ll wager Your song first fades away!” Ar Hamel wrote a love song; A fragile thing it seemed Beside the palace golden That in the sunshine gleamed. But when the lofty palace Had crumbled into dust, And on the wind was dancing, The plaything of each gust; When Shamar long had vanished, Forgotten was his name, When Hamel, happy hearted, Was known no more to fame; Still in that land the love song Was sung by lovers true; The love song was immortal, Its theme forever new!