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MOORISH BRIDAL SONG.
It is a custom among the Moors, that a female who dies unmarried is clothed for interment in wedding apparel, and the bridal song is sung over her remains before they are borne from ber home.
See the Narrative of a Ten Years' Residence in Tripoli,
by the sister-in-law of Mr. Tully.
The citron groves their fruit and flowers were strewing
Music and voices, from the marble halls,
A song of joy, a bridal song came swelling,
~ The bride comes forth! her tears no more are falling To leave the chamber of her infant
years ; Kind voices from a distant home are calling; She comes like day-spring-she hath done with tears;
Now must her dark eye shine on other flowers, Her soft smile gladden other hearts than others!
Pour the rich odours round !
“We haste! the chosen and the lovely bringing ;
Her beauty leaves us in its rosy years;
-Now may the timbrel sound!”
Know'st thou for whom they sang the bridal numbers ?
THE BIRD'S RELEASE.
The Indians of Bengal and of the Coast of Malabar bring cages filled with birds to the graves of their friends, over which they set the birds at liberty This custom is alluded to in the description of Virginia's funerali
See Paul and Virginia.
Go forth, for she is gone!
She hath left her dwelling lone !
Her voice hath pass'd away!
Where we may not trace its way.
Go forth, and like her be free!
And what is our grief to thee?
Is it aught ev'n to her we mourn ? Doth she look on the tears by her kindred shed ? Doth she rest with the flowers o'er her gentle head,
Or float on the light wind borne ?
We know not-but she is gone! Her step from the dance, her voice from the song,
, And the smile of her eye from the sestal throng ;
-She hath left her dwelling lone!
When the waves at sunset shine,
But we shall not know 'tis thine!
Ev'n so with the loved one flown!
Around us but all unknown.
Go forth, we have loosed thy chain ! We may deck thy cage with the richest lowers, Which the bright day rears in our eastern bowers,
But thou wilt not be lured again.