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Among the living lights of heaven : 288
He, who gave birth to those dear eyes,
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
At the same kindling altar knelt, -
THE FIRE WORSHIPERS.
-I must away! Both, both are ruined if I stay. Farewell, sweet life! thou cling'st in vain. Now, vengeance, I am thine again!
And saw, in every smile of thine,
Liv'd, look'd, and spoke her wrongs through thee,
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 !
With sudden start he turn'd
Bluely, as o'er some seaman's grave;
Flew up all sparkling from the main,
Were shooting back to heaven again.
76 I come
Fiercely he broke away, nor stopp'd,
I come if in that tide
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 !