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Among the living lights of heaven : 288
Yes — I am of that outcast few,
To IRAN and to vengeance true,
Who curse the hour your Arabs came
To desolate our shrines of flame,
And swear, before God's burning eye,
To break our country's chains, or die!
Thy bigot sire, - nay, tremble not, -

He, who gave birth to those dear eyes,
With me is sacred as the spot

From which our fires of worship rise! But know - 'twas he I sought that night, When, from


watch-boat on the sea, I caught this turret's glimmering light,

And up the rude rocks desperately Rush'd to my prey — thou know'st the rest I climb'd the


vulture's nest,
And found a trembling dove within ;-
Thine, thine the victory- thine the sin
If Love hath made one thought his own,
That Vengeance claims first last alone !
Oh! had we never, never met,
Or could this heart e’en now forget
How link'd, how bless'd we might have been,
Had fate not frown'd so dark between!
Hadst thou been born a Persian maid,
In neighboring valleys had we dwelt,
Through the same fields in childhood play'd,

At the same kindling altar knelt, -
Then, then, while all those nameless ties,
In which the charm of Country lies,
Had round our hearts been hourly spun,
Till Iran's cause and thine were one;
While in thy lute's awakening sigh
I heard the voice of days gone by,



-I must away! Both, both are ruined if I stay. Farewell, sweet life! thou cling'st in vain. Now, vengeance, I am thine again!

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And saw, in every smile of thine,
Returning hours of glory shine;-
While the wrong'd Spirit of our Land

Liv'd, look'd, and spoke her wrongs through thee,
God! who could then this sword withstand ?

very flash were victory! But now — estrang'd, divorc'd forever, Far as the


of Fate can sever; Our only ties what love has wove,

In faith, friends, country, sunder'd wide; And then, then only, true to love,

When false to all that's dear beside ! Thy father, IRAN's deadliest foe Thyself perhaps, even now —

but no Hate never look'd so lovely yet!

No sacred to thy soul will be The land of him who could forget

All but that bleeding land for thee. When other eyes shall see, unmov’d,

Her widows mourn, her warriors fall, Thou'lt think how well one Gheber lov’d,

And for his sake thou’lt weep for all !
But look

With sudden start he turn'd
And pointed to the distant wave,
Where lights, like charnel meteors, burn'd

Bluely, as o'er some seaman's grave;
And fiery darts, at intervals,284

Flew up all sparkling from the main,
As if each star that nightly falls

Were shooting back to heaven again.
“My signal lights ! -I must away -
Both, both are ruin’d, if I stay.
Farewell — sweet life! thou cling’st in vain-
Now, Vengeance, I am thine again!

76 I come

Fiercely he broke away, nor stopp'd,
Nor look'd - but from the lattice dropp'd
Down ʼmid the pointed crags beneath,
As if he fled from love to death.
While pale and mute young Hinda stood;
Nor mov’d, till in the silent flood
A momentary plunge below
Startled her from her trance of woe;
Shrieking she to the lattice flew,

I come if in that tide
Thou sleep'st to-night, I'll sleep there too,

In death's cold wedlock, by thy side. Oh! I would ask no happier bed

Than the chill wave my love lies under :Sweeter to rest together dead,

Far sweeter, than to live asunder ! ” But no

their hour is not yet come Again she sees his pinnace fly, Wafting him fleetly to his home,

Where'er that ill-starr'd home may lie; And calm and smooth it seem'd to win

Its moonlit way before the wind, As if it bore all peace within,

Nor left one breaking heart behind !

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