"Through many a Prophet's breast; 44-in ISSA 45 shone, "In many a maze descending, bright through all, Again, throughout the' assembly, at these words, "But these," pursued the Chief, "are truths sublime, "That claim a holier mood and calmer time "Than earth allows us now ;-this sword must first "The darkling prison-house of Mankind burst "Ere Peace can visit them, or Truth let in "Earth's shrines and thrones before our banner fall; "That whole dark pile of human mockeries ;- 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 ;— 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, Of exclamation from her lips, when first D Ah ZELICA! there was a time, when bliss Shone o'er thy heart from every look of his ; When but to see him, hear him, breathe the air In which he dwelt, was thy soul's fondest prayer; When round him hung such a perpetual spell, Whate'er he did none ever did so well. Too happy days! when, if he touch'd a flower Or gem of thine, 'twas sacred from that hour; When thou didst study him till every tone And gesture and dear look became thy own,Thy voice like his, the changes of his face In thine reflected with still lovelier grace: Like echo, sending back sweet music, fraught With twice the' aërial sweetness it had brought! Yet now he comes,-brighter than even he From the' other world, he comes as if to haunt Once happy pair ;-in proud BOKHARA'S groves, Who had not heard of their first youthful loves? Born by that ancient flood,46 which from its spring In the dark Mountains swiftly wandering, Enrich'd by every pilgrim brook that shines His ZELICA'S Sweet glances for the flash Month after month, in widowhood of soul Drooping, the maiden saw two summers roll Their suns away--but ah! how cold and dim Even summer suns, when not beheld with him! From time to time ill-omen'd rumours came, Like spirit-tongues mutt'ring the sick man's name, Just ere he dies :- -at length those sounds of dread Fell withering on her soul, "AZIM is dead!" Oh Grief, beyond all other griefs, when fate First leaves the young heart lone and desolate In the wide world, without that only tie For which it lov'd to live or fear'd to die ;— Lorn as the hung-up lute, that ne'er hath spoken Since the sad day its master-chord was broken! Fond maid, the sorrow of her soul was such, Even reason sunk,-blighted beneath its touch: And though, ere long, her sanguine spirit rose Above the first dead pressure of its woes, Though health and bloom return'd, the delicate chain Of thought, once tangled, never clear'd again. Warm, lively, soft as in youth's happiest day, The mind was still all there, but turn'd astray ;A wand'ring bark, upon whose pathway shone All stars of heaven, except the guiding one! Again she smil'd, nay, much and brightly smil'd, But 'twas a lustre, strange, unreal, wild; And when she sung to her lute's touching strain, "Twas like the notes, half ecstasy, half pain, |