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'Tis moonlight over Oman's Sea ; *

Her banks of pearl and palmy isles
Bask in the night-beam beauteously,

And her blue waters sleep in smiles.
”Tis moonlight in Harmozia’st walls,
And through her Emir’s porphyry halls,
Where, some hours since, was heard the swell
Of trumpet and the clash of zel, S
Bidding the bright-eyed sun farewell;—
The peaceful sun, whom better suits

The music of the bulbul's nest,
Or the light touch of lovers' lutes,

To sing him to his golden rest!

* The Persian Gulf, sometimes so called, which separates the shores of Persia and Arabia.

of The present Gombaroon, à town on the Persian side of the Gulf.

S A Moorish instrument of music.

All hush'd-there's not a breeze in motion;
The shore is silent as the ocean.
If zephyrs come, so light they come,

Nor leaf is stirr’d nor wave is driven ;
The wind-tower on the Emir’s dome*

Can hardly win a breath from heaven.

Even he, that tyrant Arab, sleeps
Calm, while a nation round him weeps ;
While curses load the air he breathes,
And falchions from unnumber'd sheaths
Are starting to avenge the shame
His race hath brought on Iran'st name.
Hard, heartless Chief, unmoved alike
’Mid eyes that weep and swords that strike;-
One of that saintly, murderous brood,

To carnage and the Koran given,
Who think through unbelievers' blood

Lies their directest path to Heaven.

* “ At Gombaroon, and other places in Persia, they have towers for the purpose of catching the wind, and cooling the houses.”—LE BRUYN.

+ “ Iran is the true general name for the empire of Persia.” -Asiat. Res. Disc. 5.

One, who will pause and kneel unshod

In the warm blood his hand hath pour’d,
To mutter o’er some text of God

Engraven on his reeking sword ;-*
Nay, who can coolly note the line,
The letter of those words divine,
To which his blade, with searching art,
Had sunk into its victim's heart !

Just Alla! what must be thy look,

When such a wretch before thee stands Unblushing, with thy Sacred Book,

Turning the leaves with blood-stain'd hands, And wresting from its page sublime His creed of lust and hate and crime ? Even as those bees of TREBIZOND,

Which from the sunniest flowers that glad With their pure smile the gardens round,

Draw venom forth that drives men mad! +

* « On the blades of their scimitars some verse from the Koran is usually inscribed.”-Russel.

+ " There is a kind of Rhododendros about Trebizond, whose flowers the bee feeds upon, and the honey thence drives people mad.”—TOURNEFORT.

Never did fierce Arabia send

A satrap forth more direly great ; Never was Iran doom'd to bend

Beneath a yoke of deadlier weight.
Her throne had fallen-her pride was crush'd-
Her sons were willing slaves, nor blush'd,
In their own land,—no more their own,-
To crouch beneath a stranger's throne.
Her towers, where Mithra once had burn’d,
To Moslem shrines—oh shame!--were turn’d,
Where slaves, converted by the sword,
Their mean, apostate worship pour’d,
And cursed the faith their sires adored.
Yet has she hearts, ʼmid all this ill,
O’er all this wreck high buoyant still
With hope and vengeance ;-hearts that yet;-

Like gems, in darkness issuing rays
They've treasured from the sun that's set,-

Beam all the light of long-lost days!
And swords she hath, nor weak nor slow

To second all such hearts can dare ; As he shall know, well, dearly know,

Who sleeps in moonlight luxury there,

Tranquil as if his spirit lay
Becalm’d in Heaven's approving ray!
Sleep on-for purer eyes than thine
Those waves are hush’d, those planets shine.
Sleep on, and be thy rest unmoved

By the white moon-beam's dazzling power ;None but the loving and the loved

Should be awake at this sweet hour.

And see-where, high above those rocks

That o'er the deep their shadows fling, Yon turret stands;—where ebon locks,

As glossy as a heron's wing

Upon the turban of a king, *
Jang from the lattice, long and wild,-
'Tis she, that Emir’s blooming child,
All truth and tenderness and grace,
Though born of such ungentle race ;-
An image of Youth's radiant Fountain
Springing in a desolate mountain! +

*“Their kings wear plumes of black herons' feathers upon the right side, as a badge of sovereignty.”—HANWAY.

t“ The Fountain of Youth, by a Mahometan tradition, is situated in some dark region of the East.”-RICHARDSON.

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