"But then, celestial warriors, then, when all "Earth's shrines and thrones before our banner fall; "When the glad Slave shall at these feet lay down "His broken chain, the tyrant Lord his crown, "The Priest his book, the Conqueror his wreath, "And from the lips of Truth one mighty breath

Shall, like a whirlwind, scatter in its breeze

"That whole dark pile of human mockeries; —
"Then shall the reign of mind commence on earth,
"And starting fresh, as from a second birth,
"Man, in the sunshine of the world's new spring,

"Shall walk transparent, like some holy thing!

"Then, too, your Prophet from his angel brow "Shall cast the Veil that hides its splendours now, "And gladden'd Earth shall, through her wide expanse, "Bask in the glories of this countenance !

"For thee, young warrior, welcome!-thou hast yet "Some tasks to learn, some frailties to forget,

"Ere the white war-plume o'er thy brow can wave;

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But, once my own, mine all till in the grave!"

The pomp is at an end-the crowds are gone-
Each ear and heart still haunted by the tone

Of that deep voice, which thrill'd like ALLA's own!
The Young all dazzled by the plumes and lances,
The glittering throne, and Haram's half-caught glances;
The Old deep pondering on the promis'd reign
Of peace and truth; and all the female train
Ready to risk their eyes, could they but gaze
A moment on that brow's miraculous blaze!

But there was one, among the chosen maids,
Who blush'd behind the gallery's silken shades,
One, to whose soul the pageant of to-day
Has been like death:-you saw her pale dismay,
Ye wondering sisterhood, and heard the burst
Of exclamation from her lips, when first

She saw that youth, too well, too dearly known,
Silently kneeling at the Prophet's throne.

Ah ZELICA! there was a time, when bliss Shone o'er thy heart from ev'ry look of his;

you w her pele disay,

Yo wondering si erhood, and hear the burst
of webmation from her lips, when first

w that youth, too well, too dearly known,
Silently keling at the Prophet's throne.