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66 Oh! ever thus, from childhood's hour,

66 I've seen my fondest hopes decay; I never lov'd a tree or flower,

« But 'twas the first to fade away. “ I never nurs'd a dear gazelle,

To glad me with its soft black eye, 66 But when it came to know me well,

66 And love me, it was sure to die ! 66 Now too

the joy most like divine 66 Of all I ever dreamt or knew, 66 To see thee, hear thee, call thee mine, – « Oh misery! must I lose that too?

on peril's brink we meet ; “ Those frightful rocks — that treacherous sea -“ No, never come again though sweet,

“ Though heaven, it may be death to thee. V 66 Farewel — and blessings on thy way,

6 Where'er thou go'st, beloved stranger ! “ Better to sit and watch that ray, “ And think thee safe, though far away,

“ Than have thee near me, and in danger !"

66 Yet go

“ Danger ! - oh, tempt me not to boast _" The youth exclaim'd — “ thou little know'st

66 What he can brave, who, born and nurst “ In Danger's paths, has dar'd her worst !

Upon whose ear the signal-word

66 Of strife and death is hourly breaking ; “ Who sleeps with head upon the sword

“ His fever'd hand must grasp in waking !

Danger ! _"

Say on - thou fear'st not then, oft meet again ?"

66 And we may meet

66 Oh ! look not so, - beneath the skies
« I now fear nothing but those eyes.
“ If aught on earth could charm or force
“ My spirit from its destin'd course, -
66 If aught could make this soul forget
6 The bond to which its seal is set,
66 'Twould be those eyes ; they, only they,
6 Could melt that sacred seal away!

- 'tis fix'd — my awful doom
66 Is fix'd - on this side of the tomb
“ We meet no more — why, why did heaven
“ Mingle two souls that earth has riven,

66 But no

6 Has rent gsunder wide as ours ?
66 Oh, Arab maid ! as soon the Powers
“ Of Light and Darkness may combine,
" As I be link'd with thee or thine !
“ Thy Father

66 Holy ALLA save
“ His grey head from that lightning glance !
“ Thou know'st him not -- he loves the brave;

66 Nor lives there under heaven's expanse « One who would prize, would worship thee, “ And thy bold spirit, more than he. 66 Oft when, in childhood, I have play'd

“ With the bright falchion by his side, “ I've heard him swear his lisping maid

« In time should be a warrior's bride. 66 And still, whene'er, at Haram hours, 66 I take him cool sherbets and flowers, 66 He tells me, when in playful mood,

“ A hero shall my bridegroom be, 66 Since maids are best in battle woo’d,

“ And won with shouts of victory!

Nay, turn not from me -thou alone “ Art form'd to make both hearts thy own.


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“ Go - join his sacred ranks — thou know'st

66 Th’ unholy strife these Persians wage: 66 Good Heav'n, that frown ! — ev'n now thou glow'st

66 With more than mortal warrior's rage. “ Haste to the camp by morning's light, “ And, when that sword is rais’d in fight, 66 Oh still remember Love and I 66 Beneath its shadow trembling lie ! “ One victory o'er those Slaves of Fire, “ Those impious Ghebers, whom my

sire 66 Abhors

“ Hold, hold—thy words are death —” The stranger cried, as wild he flung His mantle back, and show'd beneath

The Gheber belt that round him clung. 8 “ Here, maiden, look — weep -- blush to see “ All that thy sire abhors in me! 66 Yes — I am of that impious race,

66 Those Slaves of Fire who, morn and even,

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They (the Ghebers) lay so much stress on their cushee or girdle, as not to dare to be an instant without it.” – Grose's Voyage. - Le jeune homme nia d'abord la chose; mais, ayant été dépouillé de sa robe, et la large ceinture qu'il portoit comme Ghebr, &c. &c. - D'Herbelot, art. Agduani.

66 Hail their Creator's dwelling-place

“ Among the living lights of heaven!, “ Yes — I am of that outcast few,

To Iran and to vengeance true, 66 Who curse the hour


Arabs came “ To desolate our shrines of flame, 66 And swear, before God's burning eye, “ To break our country's chains, or die ! “ Thy bigot sire — nay, tremble not —

“ He, who gave birth to those dear eyes, « With me is sacred as the spot

“ From which our fires of worship rise ! “ But know — 'twas he I sought that night,

“ When, from my watch-boat on the sea, “ I caught this turret's glimmering light,

“ And up the rude rocks desperately 66 Rush'd to my prey

- thou know'st the rest 66 I climb'd the gory

vulture's nest, 66 And found a trembling dove within ; “ Thine, thine the victory — thine the sin

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9 They suppose the Throne of the Almighty is seated in the sun, and hence their worship of that luminary. - Hanway.

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