"Yes I am of that outcast few,

"To IRAN and to vengeance true,
"Who curse the hour your Arabs
"To desolate our shrines of flame,

came

"And swear, before God's burning eye,

"To break our country's chains, or die!

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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 my watch-boat on the sea,

"I caught this turret's glimmering light,

"And up the rude rocks desperately

to the sun or fire, in any of its operations, but consider it as a purely passive blind instrument, directed and governed by the immediate impression on it of the will of God; but they do not even give that luminary, all-glorious as it is, more than the second rank amongst his works, reserving the first for that stupendous production of divine power, the mind of man."- Grose. The false charges brought against the religion of these people by their Mussulman tyrants is but one proof among many of the truth of this writer's remark, that "calumny is often added to oppression, if but for the sake of justifying it."

"Rush'd to my prey-thou know'st the rest

"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 ev'n 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,

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"In neighbouring 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,
"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?

"Its very flash were victory!

"But now

"Far as the

estrang'd, divorc'd for ever,

grasp 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

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Thyself, perhaps, ev'n 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.