"Vain things! as lust or vanity inspires,

"The Heav'n of each is but what each desires,
"And, soul or sense, whate'er the object be,
"Man would be man to all eternity!

"So let him- EBLIS! grant this crowning curse,
"But keep him what he is, no Hell were worse."

"Oh my lost soul!" exclaim'd the shuddering maid, Whose ears had drunk like poison all he said,MOKANNA started-not abash'd, afraid,

He knew no more of fear than one who dwells
Beneath the tropics knows of icicles!

But, in those dismal words that reach'd his ear,
"Oh

my lost soul!" there was a sound so drear, So like that voice, among the sinful dead,

In which the legend o'er Hell's Gate is read,

That, new as 'twas from her, whom nought could dim

Or sink till now, it startled even him.

"Ha, my fair Priestess!"- thus, with ready wile, Th' impostor turn'd to greet her "thou, whose smile "Hath inspiration in its rosy beam

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Beyond th' Enthusiast's hope or Prophet's dream!

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Light of the Faith! who twin'st religion's zeal "So close with love's, men know not which they feel, "Nor which to sigh for, in their trance of heart, "The Heav'n thou preachest or the Heav'n thou art! "What should I be without thee? without thee

"How dull were power, how joyless victory!

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Though borne by angels, if that smile of thine "Bless'd not my banner, 'twere but half divine.

"But-why so mournful, child? those eyes, that shone "All life last-night — what ! — is their glory gone? "Come, come this morn's fatigue hath made them

"Did not their comets bring, as I to thee,

"From Light's own fount supplies of brilliancy!
"Thou seest this cup - no juice of earth is here,
"But the pure waters of that upper sphere,
"Whose rills o'er ruby beds and topaz flow,
"Catching the gem's bright colour, as they go.
"Nightly my Genii come and fill these urns

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Nay, drink-in every drop life's essence burns;

" "Twill make that soul all fire, those eyes all light

“Come, come, I want thy loveliest smiles to-night :

"There is a youth-why start?-thou saw'st him then; "Look'd he not nobly? such the god-like men

"Thou'lt have to woo thee in the bowers above;

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Though he, I fear, hath thoughts too stern for love, "Too rul'd by that cold enemy of bliss

"The world calls virtue- we must conquer this;

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Nay, shrink not, pretty sage; 'tis not for thee "To scan the mazes of Heav'n's mystery.

"The steel must pass through fire, ere it can yield "Fit instruments for mighty hands to wield. "This very night I mean to try the art "Of powerful beauty on that warrior's heart. "All that my Haram boasts of bloom and wit, "Of skill and charms, most rare and exquisite, "Shall tempt the boy;-young MIRZALA's blue eyes, "Whose sleepy lid like snow on violets lies; "AROUYA'S cheeks, warm as a spring-day sun, "And lips that, like the seal of SOLOMON, "Have magic in their pressure; ZEBA's lute,

"And LILLA's dancing feet, that gleam and shoot

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Rapid and white as sea-birds o'er the deep!

All shall combine their witching powers to steep

My convert's spirit in that softening trance,

"From which to Heav'n is but the next advance; "That glowing, yielding fusion of the breast,

"On which Religion stamps her image best.

"But hear me, Priestess! — though each nymph of these "Hath some peculiar, practis'd power to please,

"Some glance or step which, at the mirror tried,

"First charms herself, then all the world beside;

"There still wants one, to make the victory sure, "One, who in every look joins every lure; "Through whom all beauty's beams concenter'd pass,

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Dazzling and warm, as through love's burning-glass; "Whose gentle lips persuade without a word,

"Whose words, ev'n when unmeaning, are ador'd,
"Like inarticulate breathings from a shrine,
"Which our faith takes for granted are divine!
"Such is the nymph we want, all warmth and light,
"To crown the rich temptations of to-night;
"Such the refin'd enchantress that must be
"This hero's vanquisher, and thou art she!"

With her hands clasp'd, her lips apart and pale, The maid had stood, gazing upon the Veil

From which these words, like south-winds through. a

fence

Of Kerzrah flow'rs, came filled with pestilence: 7
So boldly utter'd too! as if all dread

Of frowns from her, of virtuous frowns, were fled,
And the wretch felt assur'd that, once plung'd in,
Her woman's soul would know no pause in sin!

At first, tho' mute she listen'd, like a dream Seem'd all he said; nor could her mind, whose beam As yet was weak, penetrate half his scheme.

But when, at length, he uttered "Thou art she!”

All flash'd at once, and, shrieking piteously,

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"Oh not for worlds!" she cried "Great God! to

"whom

"I once knelt innocent, is this my doom?

"Are all my dreams, my hopes of heavenly bliss,

"My purity, my pride, then come to this,

"To live, the wanton of a fiend! to be

"The pander of his guilt — oh infamy!

7 "It is commonly said in Persia, that if a man breathe in the hot south-wind, which in June or July passes over that flower (the Kerzereh), it will kill him.”. Thevenot.