"From frame to frame the unextinguished soul "Rapidly passes, till it reach the goal! "Nor think 'tis only the gross spirits, warm'd "With duskier fire and for earth's medium form'd, "That run this course;-Beings, the most divine, "Thus deign through dark mortality to shine. "Such was the essence that in ADAM dwelt, "To which all Heaven, except the proud one, knelt:* "Such the refin'd intelligence that glow'd "In Moussa's frame; and, thence descending, flowed “Through many a prophet's breast;-in Issa shone, "And in MOHAMMED burn'd; till, hastening on, (As a bright river that, from fall to fall "In many a maze descending, bright through all, "Finds some fair region where, each labyrinth past, "In one full lake of light it rests at last!) "That holy spirit, settling calm and free "From lapse or shadow, centres all in me!” Again, throughout th' assembly at these words, * "And when we said unto the angels, Worship Adam, they all worshipped him except Eblis, (Lucifer,) who refused."-The Koran, Chap. ii. A perfume forth;-like those the Houris wave, "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 "Her wakening day-light on a world of sin! "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;— “But, once my own, mine all till in the grave!” The pomp is at an end,-the crowds are goneEach ear and heart still haunted by the tone Of that deep voice, which thrilled like ALLA's own! Of peace and truth; and all the female train But there was one, among the chosen maids Has been like death;—you saw her pale dismay, Ah ZELICA! there was a time, when bliss Thy voice like his, the changes of his face * The Amoo, which rises in the Belur Tag, or Dark Mountains, and running nearly from east to west, splits into two branches, one of which falls into the Caspian sea, and the other into Aral Nahr, or the Lake of Eagles. There, on the banks of that bright river born, Month after month, in widowhood of soul Drooping, the maiden saw two summers roll Their suns away-but, ah! how cold and dim Ev'n summer suns, when not beheld with him! From time to time ill-omen'd rumours came, (Like spirit-tongues, muttering 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! |