In vain they met him, helm to helm, He came in bigot pomp to sway, And with their corpses block'd his way In vain for every lance they rais'd, Thousands around the conqueror blaz'd; There stood but one short league away From old HARMOZIA'S sultry bay A rocky mountain, o'er the Sea Of OMAN beetling awfully. A last and solitary link Of those stupendous chains that reach From the broad Caspian's reedy brink Down winding to the Green Sea beach. Around its base the bare rocks stood, Like naked giants, in the flood, As if to guard the Gulf across; While, on its peak, that brav'd the sky, That oft the sleeping albatross' In her own silent fields of air! Beneath, terrific caverns gave Dark welcome to each stormy wave At times throughout those caverns roll'd, - Of restless sprites imprison'd there, That bold were Moslem, who would dare, On the land side, those towers sublime, By a wide, deep, and wizard glen, These birds sleep in the air. They are most common about the Cape of Good Hope. P So fathomless, so full of gloom, No eye could pierce the void between ; The sound of many torrents came; Too deep for eye or ear to know Or floods of ever-restless flame, That from its lofty altar shone, Though fled the priests, the votaries gone, Still did the mighty flame burn on ́ Through chance and change, through good and ill, Like its own God's eternal will, Deep, constant, bright, unquenchable ! "Welcome, terrific glen!" he said, 66 Thy gloom, that Eblis' self might dread,~ "Is Heav'n to him who flies from chains!" O'er a dark, narrow-bridge-way, known To him and to his Chiefs alone, B A They cross'd the chasm and gain'd the towers; "This home," he cried, "at least is ours "Here we may bleed, unmock'd by hymns "Stretch'd on this rock, while vultures' beaks "Are whetted on our yet warm cheeks, "Here,-happy that no tyrant's eye 'Twas night when to those towers they came, And gloomily the fitful flame, That from the ruin'd altar broke, Glar'd on his features, as he spoke: ""Tis o'er what men could do, we've done "If IRAN will look tamely on, "And see her priests, her warriors driven "Before a sensual bigot's nod, "A wretch, who takes his lusts to heaven, 66 Why, let them till the land's despair "Cries out to heav'n, and bondage grows "Too vile for ev'n the vile to bear! "Till shame at last, long hidden, burns "This spot, at least, no foot of slave "Or satrap ever yet profan'd; "And, though but few-though fast the wave "Of life is ebbing from our veins, "Enough for vengeance still remains. 3 Ancient heroes of Persia. "Among the Guebres there are some, who boast their descent from Rustam."- Stephen's Persia. |