And, JORDAN, those sweet banks of thine,
And woods, so full of nightingales !

But nought can charm the luckless PERI;
Her soul is sad-her wings are weary-
Joyless she sees the sun look down

On that great temple, once his own,*
Whose lonely columns stand sublime,
Flinging their shadows from on high,
Like dials, which the wizard, time,
Had rais'd to count his ages by!

Yet haply there may lie conceal'd
Beneath those chambers of the sun,.
Some amulet of gems anneal'd
In upper fires, some tablet seal'd
With the great name of SOLOMON,
Which, spell'd by her illumin'd eyes,
May teach her where, beneath the moon,
In earth or ocean lies the boon,
The charm that can restore so soon,
An erring spirit to the skies!

Cheer'd by this hope she bends her thither ;---
Still laughs the radient eye of Heaven,
Nor have the golden bowers of even
In the rich west begun to wither;-
When o'er the vale of BALBEC winging,
Slowly, she sees a child at play,
Among the rosy wild-flowers singing,
As rosy and as wild as they;
Chasing with eager hands and eyes,

*The temple of the sun at Balbec.

The beautiful blue damsel flies,*
That flutter'd round the josmine stems,
Like winged flowers or flying gems;
And, near the boy, who tir'd with play
Now nestling 'mid the roses lay,
She saw a wearied man dismount
From his hot steed, and on the brink
Of a small imaret's rustic fount
Impatient fling him down to drink.
Then swift his haggard brow he turn'd
To the fair child, who fearless sat,
Though never yet hath day-beam burn'd
Upon a brow more fierce than that,-
Sullenly fierce-a mixture dire,
Like thunder-clouds, of gloom and fire!
In which the PERI's eye could read
Dark tales of many a ruthless deed;
The ruin'd maid-the shrine profan'd—
Oaths broken and the threshold stain'd
With blood of guests!-there written, all,
Black as the damning drops that fall
From the denouncing Angel's pen,
Ere mercy weeps them out again!

Yet tranquil now that man of crime
(As if the balmy evening time
Soften'd his spirit,) look'd and lay,
Watching the rosy infant's play :-

Though still, whene'er his eye by chance

*"You behold there a considerable number of remarkable species of beautiful insects, the elegance of whose appearance and their attire procured for them the name of Damsels." Sonnini.

Fell on the boy's, its lurid glance

Met that unclouded, joyous gaze,
As torches, that have burnt all night
Through some impure and godless rite
Encounter morning's glorious rays.

But hark! the vesper call to prayer,
As slow the orb of day-light sets,
Is rising sweetly on the air,

From SYRIA's thousand minarets!
The boy has started from the bed
Of flowers where he had laid his head,
And down upon a fragrant sod

Kneels with his forehead to the South,
Lisping the eternal name of God
From purity's own cherub mouth,
And looking, while his hands and eyes
Are lifted to the glowing skies,
Like a stray babe of Paradise,
Just lighted on that flowery plain,
And seeking for its home again!

Oh 'twas a sight-that heav'n-that child-
A scene, which might have well beguil'd
Ev'n haughty EBLIS of a sigh
For glories lost and peace gone by!

And how felt he, the wretched man,
Reclining there-while memory ran
O'er many a year of guilt and strife,
Flew o'er the dark flood of his life,
Nor found one sunny resting-place,
Nor brought him back one branch of grace!
"There was a time," he said in mild,
Heart-humbled tones-" thou blessed child!

"When young and haply pure as thou,
"I look'd and pray'd like thee-but now-
He hung his head-each nobler aim

And hope and feeling, which had slept
From boyhood's hour, that instant came
Fresh o'er him, and he wept! he wept!

Blest tears of soul-felt penitence!
In whose benign, redeeming flow
Is felt the first, the only sense

Of guiltless joy that guilt can know.

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"There's a drop," said the Peri, "that down from "the moon

"Falls through the withering airs of June

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Upon Egypt's land,* of so healing a power, "So balmy a virtue, that ev'n in the hour "That drop descends, contagion dies, "And health reanimates earth and skies!"Oh, is it not thus, thou man of will,

"The precious tears of repentance fall? 'Though foul thy very plagues within,

"One heavenly drop hath dispell'd them all."

And now-behold him kneeling there
By the child's side, in humble prayer,
While the same sun-beam shines upon
The guilty and the guiltless one,

And hymns of joy proclaim through heaven
The triumph of a soul forgiven!

*The Nucta, or Miraculous Drop, which falls in Egypt precisely on Saint John's day, in June, and is supposed to have the effect of stopping the plague.

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'Twas when the golden orb had set,
While on their knees they linger'd yet,
There fell a light more lovely far
Than ever came from sun or star,
Upon the tear, that warm and meek,
Dew'd that repentant sinner's cheek:
To mortal eye this light might seem
A northern flash, a meteor beam-
But well the enraptur'd Peri knew
Twas a bright smile the angel threw
From heaven's gate, to hail that tear
Her harbinger of glory near!

"Joy, joy for ever! my task is done-
"The gates are pass'd, and heaven is won!
"Oh! am I not happy? I am, I am-

"To thee, sweet Eden! how dark aud sad
"Are the diamond turrets of SHADUKIAM,*
"And the fragrant bowers of AMBERABAD !
"Farewell, ye odours of earth, that die,
"Passing away like a lover's sigh ;-

My feast is now of the Tooba tree,t "Whose scent is the breath of Eternity!

"Farewell ye vanishing flowers, that shone "In my fairy wreath, so bright and brief,"Oh! what are the brightest that e'er have blown,

*The Country of Delight---the name of a province in the kingdom of Jinnistan, or Fairy Land, the capital of which is called the city of Jewels. Amberabad is another of the cities of Jinnistan.

The tree Tooba that stands in Paradise, in the palace of Mahomet. Sales Prelim. Disc. Touba, says D'Herbelot, signifies beatitude, or eternal hap piness.