"Here,-happy that no tyrant's eye "Gloats on our torments, we may die!" 'Twas night when to those towers they came; And gloomily the fitful flame, That from the ruin'd altar broke, Glar'd on his features, as he spoke : "'Tis o'er-what men could do, we've done; "If IRAN will look tamely on, "And see her priests, her warriors driven "Before a sensual bigot's nod, "A wretch, who takes his lusts to heaven, "And makes a pander of his god! "If her proud sons, her high born souls, 'Men, in whose veins-oh last disgrace! "The blood of ZAL and RUSTAM* rolls,"If they will court this upstart race, 44 And turn from MITHRA's ancient ray, "To kneel at shrines of yesterday! "If they will crouch to IRAN's foes, "Why, let them-till the land's despair "Cries out to heav'n, and bondage grows "Too vile for ev'n the vile to bear! "Till shame at last, long hidden, burns "Their inmost core, and conscience turns "Each coward tear the slave lets fall "Back on his heart in drops of gall! "But here, at least, are arms unchain'd, "And souls that thraldom never stain'd; *Ancient heroes of Persia. "Among the Ghebers there are some who boast their descent from Rustam." Stephen's Persia. "This spot, at least, no foot of slave "Or satrap ever yet profan'd; And, though but few-though fast the wave "Of life is ebbing from our veins, Enough for vengeance still remains. As panthers, after set of sun, "Rush from the roots of Lebanon "We'll bound upon our startled prey;→→ "And when some hearts that proudest swell "When hope's expiring throb is o'er, And though so wild and desolate Those courts where once the mighty sate; The wandering spirits of the Dead ;t *V. Russel's account of the panthers attacking travellers in the night on the sea-shore about the roots of Lebanon. "Among other ceremonies, the Magi used to place upon the tops of high towers various kinds of rich viands, upon which it was supposed the Peris and the spirits of their departed heroes regaled themselves."Richardson. Nor charmed leaf of pure pomegranate, f Nor symbol of their worshipp'd planet;‡ Brave, suffering souls! they little knew In the ceremonies of the Ghebers round their fire, as described by Lord, "the Daroo," he says, ̧ 66 giveth them water to drink, and a pomegranate leaf to chew in the mouth, to cleanse them from inward uncleanness." "Early in the morning, they [the Parsees or Ghebers at Oulam] go in crowds to pay their devotions to the sun, to whom upon all the altars there are spheres consecrated, made by magic resembling the circles of the sun, and when the sun rises, these orbs seem to be inflamed, and to turn round with a great noise. They have every one a censer in their hands, and offer incense to the sun."---Rabbi Benjamin. Tranquil as on some battle-plain Thy Haram halls with furious heat, Her soul all flame, her brow all sadness, Of rebel carnage fast succeeds, But with his life-blood seems to swim He would have mark'd her shuddering frame, Ah! not the love, that should have bless'd A passion, without hope or pleasure, Seven nights have darken'd OMAN's sea, Hurry her Gheber's bark away, And still she goes at midnight hour, And watch, and look along the deep |