"On, Swords of God!" the panting CALIPH calls, "Thrones for the living-Heav'n for him who falls !"— "On, brave avengers, on," MOKANNA cries, "And EBLIS blast the recreant slave that flies!" MOKANNA's self plucks the black Banner down, And now they turn they rally at their head A warrior, (like those angel youths, who led, In glorious panoply of heav'n's own mail, The Champions of the Faith through BEDER's vale,)› Bold as if gifted with ten thousand lives, Turns on the fierce pursuers' blades, and drives At once the multitudinous torrent back, While hope and courage kindle in his track, And, at each step, his bloody falchion makes Terrible vistas through which victory breaks! In the great victory gained by Mahomed at Beder, he was assisted, say the Mussulmans, by three thousand angels, led by Gabriel, mounted on his horse Hiazum- -V. The Koran and its Commentators. In vain MOKANNA, midst the general flight, Stands, like the red moon, on some stormy night, Among the fugitive clouds that, hurrying by, Leave only her unshaken in the sky! In vain he yells his desperate curses out, Right tow'rds MOKANNA now he cleaves his path, Impatient cleaves, as though the bolt of wrath He bears from Heav'n withheld its awful burst From weaker heads, and souls but half-way curst, To break o'er Him, the mightiest and the worst! But vain his speed-though, in that hour of blood, Had all God's seraphs round MOKANNA stood, With swords of fire, ready like fate to fall, MOKANNA'S Soul would have defied them all; - goes Yet now, the rush of fugitives, too strong Bloodies the stream he hath not power to stay! 66 Alla illa Alla !". the glad shout renew “Alla Akbar!”—the Caliph's in MEROU. To whom the Lord of Islam bends his brow, " The Tecbir, or cry of the Arabs." Alla Acbar!" says Ockley, means God is most mighty." 2 The ziraleet is a kind of chorus, which the women of the East sing upon joyful occasions. — Russel. In all the graceful gratitude of power, For his throne's safety in that perilous hour? Who doth not wonder, when, amidst the' acclaim Of thousands, heralding to heaven his name 'Mid all those holier harmonies of fame, Which sound along the path of virtuous souls, A dark, cold calm, which nothing now can break, Their smiles in vain, for all beneath is dead! Hearts there have been, o'er which this weight of woe Came by long use of suffering, tame and slow; But thine, lost youth! was sudden - over thee It broke at once, when all seem'd extacy; 2 The Dead Sea, which contains neither animal nor vegetable life. When Hope look'd up, and saw the gloomy Past Ev'n then, the full, warm gushings of thy heart One sole desire, one passion now remains, O'er him and all he lov'd that ruinous blast. Rumours of armies, thronging to the' attack Of the Veil'd Chief, for this he wing'd him back, And came when all seem'd lost, and wildly hurl'd For this he still lives on, careless of all H } |