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PARADISE AND THE PERI.

ONE morn a PERÍ at the gate
Of Eden stood, disconsolate;
And as she listen'd to the Springs

Of Life within, like music flowing,
And caught the light upon her wings
Through the half-open portal glowing,
She wept to think her recreant race
Should e'er have lost that glorious place!

"How happy," exclaim'd this child of air,
"Are the holy Spirits who wander there,

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'Mid flowers that never shall fade or fall; Though mine are the gardens of earth and sea, And the stars themselves have flowers for me,

One blossom of Heaven outblooms them all!

"Though sunny the Lake of cool CASHMERE,
With its plane-tree Isle reflected clear,159

And sweetly the founts of that Valley fall;
Though bright are the waters of SING-SU-HAY,
And the golden floods that thitherward stray,160
Yet -oh, 'tis only the Blest can say

How the waters of Heaven outshine them all!

"Go, wing thy flight from star to star,
From world to luminous world, as far

As the universe spreads its flaming wall: Take all the pleasures of all the spheres, And multiply each through endless years, One minute of Heaven is worth them all!"

The glorious Angel, who was keeping
The gates of Light, beheld her weeping;
And, as he nearer drew and listen'd
To her sad song, a tear-drop glisten'd
Within his eyelids, like the spray

From Eden's fountain, when it lies
On the blue flower, which-Bramins say -
Blooms nowhere but in Paradise.161

"Nymph of a fair but erring line!" Gently he said "One hope is thine.

'Tis written in the Book of Fate,

The Peri yet may be forgiven

Who brings to this Eternal gate

The Gift that is most dear to Heaven!

Go, seek it, and redeem thy sin

'Tis sweet to let the Pardon'd in.”

Rapidly as comets run

To the embraces of the Sun;·
Fleeter than the starry brands
Flung at night from angel hands,162
At those dark and daring sprites
Who would climb the empyreal heights,
Down the blue vault the PERI flies,

And, lighted earthward by a glance

That just then broke from morning's eyes,
Hung hovering o'er our world's expanse.

But whither shall the Spirit go

To find this gift for Heaven? "I know

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The wealth," she cries, "of every urn,
In which unnumber'd rubies burn,
Beneath the pillars of CHILMINAR;
I know where the Isles of Perfume are,
Many a fathom down in the sea,
To the south of sun-bright ARABY;
I know, too, where the Genii hid

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The jewell'd cup of their King JAMSHID,
With Life's elixir sparkling high-

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But gifts like these are not for the sky.
Where was there ever a gem that shone
Like the steps of ALLA's wonderful Throne ?
And the Drops of Life oh! what would they be
In the boundless Deep of Eternity?"

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While thus she mus'd, her pinions fann'd
The air of that sweet Indian land,
Whose air is balm; whose ocean spreads
O'er coral rocks, and amber beds: 160
Whose mountains, pregnant by the beam.
Of the warm sun, with diamonds teem;
Whose rivulets are like rich brides,
Lovely, with gold beneath their tides;
Whose sandal groves and bowers of spice
Might be a Peri's Paradise!

But crimson now her rivers ran

With human blood-the smell of death
Came reeking from those spicy bowers,
And man, the sacrifice of man,

Mingled his taint with every breath
Upwafted from the innocent flowers.
Land of the Sun, what foot invades
Thy Pagods and thy pillar'd shades 167-
Thy cavern shrines, and Idol stones,

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Thy Monarchs and their thousand Thrones ? 168

'Tis he of GAZNA 169 - fierce in wrath

He comes, and INDIA's diadems

Lie scatter'd in his ruinous path.

His bloodhounds he adorns with gems, Torn from the violated necks

Of many a young and lov'd Sultana; 170
Maidens, within their pure Zenana,
Priests in the very fane he slaughters,
And chokes up with the glittering wrecks
Of golden shrines the sacred waters!
Downward the PERI turns her gaze,
And, through the war-field's bloody haze,
Beholds a youthful warrior stand,
Alone, beside his native river,-
The red blade broken in his hand,
And the last arrow in his quiver.
"Live," said the Conqueror, "live to share
The trophies and the crowns I bear!"
Silent that youthful warrior stood·
Silent he pointed to the flood

All crimson with his country's blood,
Then sent his last remaining dart,
For answer, to the Invader's heart.

False flew the shaft, though pointed well;
The Tyrant liv'd, the Hero fell!

Yet mark'd the PERI where he lay,

And, when the rush of war was past, Swiftly descending on a ray

Of morning light, she caught the lastLast glorious drop his heart had shed, Before its free-born spirit fled!

"Be this," she cried, as she wing'd her flight,

"My welcome gift at the Gates of Light.

Though foul are the drops that oft distil

On the field of warfare, blood like this, Liberty For Liberty shed, so holy is,171

It would not stain the purest rill,

That sparkles among the Bowers of Bliss! Oh, if there be, on this earthly sphere,

A boon, an offering Heaven holds dear, "Tis the last libation Liberty draws

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From the heart that bleeds and breaks in her cause!"

"Sweet," said the Angel, as she gave

The gift into his radiant hand,

"Sweet is our welcome of the Brave

Who die thus for their native Land —

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Than even this drop the boon must be,
That opes
the Gates of Heaven for thee!”

Her first fond hope of Eden blighted,
Now among AFRIC's lunar Mountains,172
Far to the South the PERI lighted;

And sleek'd her plumage at the fountains
Of that Egyptian tide—whose birth
Is hidden from the sons of earth

Deep in those solitary woods,

Where oft the Genii of the Floods
Dance round the cradle of their Nile,
And hail the new-born Giant's smile.178
Thence over EGYPT'S palmy groves,

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Her grots, and sepulchres of Kings,1
The exil'd Spirit sighing roves;
And now hangs listening to the doves
In warm ROSETTA's vale 175
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