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Amid the whirl of wreck and storm,
Shining above his fellow men,

As, on some black and troublous night,
The Star of EGYPT, whose proud light
Never hath beam'd on those who rest
In the White Islands of the West,"

Burns through the storm with looks of flame
That put heav'n's cloudier eyes to shame!

But no

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-'twas but the minute's dream

and ere the scream

Had half-way pass'd her pallid lips,
A death-like swoon, a chill eclipse
Of soul and sense its darkness spread
Around her, and she sunk, as dead!

How calm, how beautiful comes on
The stilly hour, when storms are gone;
When warring winds have died away,
And clouds, beneath the glancing ray,
Melt off, and leave the land and sea
Sleeping in bright tranquillity,

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7 "The brilliant Canopus, unseen in European climates." Brown.

8 V. Wilford's learned Essays on the Sacred Isles in the West.

Fresh as if Day again were born,
Again upon the lap of Morn!

When the light blossoms, rudely torn
And scatter'd at the whirlwind's will,
Hang floating in the pure air still,
Filling it all with precious balm,
In gratitude for this sweet calm ;-
And every drop the thunder-showers
Have left upon the grass and flowers
Sparkles, as 'twere that lightning-gem
Whose liquid flame is born of them!

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When, 'stead of one unchanging breeze,
There blow a thousand gentle airs,
And each a different perfume bears,

As if the loveliest plants and trees

Had vassal breezes of their own

To watch and wait on them alone,

And waft no other breath than theirs!

9 A precious stone of the Indies, called by the ancients Ceraunium, because it was supposed to be found in places where thunder had fallen. Tertullian says it has a glittering appearance, as if there had been fire in it; and the author of the Dissertation in Harris's Voyages supposes it to be the opal.

When the blue waters rise and fall,
In sleepy sunshine mantling all;
And ev❜n that swell the tempest leaves
Is like the full and silent heaves
Of lovers' hearts, when newly blest,
Too newly to be quite at rest!

Such was the golden hour, that broke
Upon the world, when HINDA woke
From her long trance, and heard around
No motion but the water's sound
Rippling against the vessel's side,

As slow it mounted o'er the tide.

But where is she? her

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eyes are dark,

Are wilder'd still is this the bark,

The same, that from HARMOZIA's bay
Bore her at morn-whose bloody way
The sea-dog track'd? -no -

strange and new Is all that meets her wondering view, Upon a galliot's deck she lies,

Beneath no rich pavilion's shade, No plumes to fan her sleeping eyes, Nor jasmine on her pillow laid.

But the rude litter, roughly spread
With war-cloaks, is her homely bed,
And shawl and sash, on javelins hung,
For awning o'er her head are flung.
Shuddering she look'd around there lay
A group of warriors in the sun
Resting their limbs, as for that day
Their ministry of death were done.
Some gazing on the drowsy sea,

Lost in unconscious reverie;

And some, who seem'd but ill to brook
That sluggish calm, with many a look
To the slack sail impatient cast,

As loose it flagg'd around the mast.

Blest ALLA! who shall save her now

There's not in all that warrior-band

One Arab sword, one turban'd brow
From her own Faithful Moslem land.
Their garb

the leathern belt' that wraps

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her fears are all too true,

And Heav'n hath, in this dreadful hour,
Abandon'd her to HAFED's power; —
HAFED, the Gheber! at the thought

Her very heart's blood chills within;

He, whom her soul was hourly taught

To loathe, as some foul fiend of sin, Some minister, whom Hell had sent To spread its blast, where'er he went, And fling, as o'er our earth he trod, His shadow betwixt man and God! And she is now his captive,

thrown

In his fierce hands, alive, alone;
His the infuriate band she sees,

All infidels - all enemies!

What was the daring hope that then
Cross'd her like lightning, as again,
With boldness that despair had lent,
She darted through that armed crowd

A look so searching, so intent,

That ev'n the sternest warrior bow'd

3 "The Kolah, or cap, worn by the Persians, is made of the skin of the sheep of Tartary."- Waring.

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