Thus saying, from her lips she spread
Unearthly breathings through the place,
And shook her sparkling wreath, and shed
Such lustre o'er each paly face,
That like two lovely saints they seem'd,

Upon the eve of doomsday taken
From their dim graves, in odor sleeping;
While that benevolent PERI beam'd
Like their good angel, calmly keeping

Watch o'er them till their souls would waken.

But morn is blushing in the sky;

Again the PERI soars above, Bearing to Heav'n that precious sigh

Of pure, self-sacrificing love. High throbb'd her heart, with hope elate, Th' Elysian palm she soon shall win, For the bright Spirit at the gate

Smiled as she gave that off'ring in; And she already hears the trees

Of Eden, with their crystal bells Ringing in that ambrosial breeze

That from the throne of ALLA Swells; And she can see the starry bowls

That lie around that lucid lake, Upon whose banks admitted Souls

Their first sweet draught of glory take!'

pile, sings a melodious air of different harmonies through his fifty organ pipes, flaps his wings with a velocity which sets fire to the wood, and consumes himself."-Richardson.

1 "On the shores of a quadrangular lake stand a thousand goblets, made of stars, out of which souls predestined to enjoy felicity drink the crystal wave."--From Châteaubriand's Description of the Mahometan Paradise, in his Beauties of Christianity.

2 Richardson thinks that Syria had its name from Suri, a beautiful delicate species of rose, for which that country has been always famous;-hence, Suristan, the Land of Roses.

3The number of lizards I saw one day in the great court

Whose head in wintry grandeur tow'rs,
And whitens with cternal sleet,
While summer, in a vale of flow'rs,
Is sleeping rosy at his feet.

To one, who look'd from upper air
O'er all th' enchanted regions there,
How beauteous must have been the glow,
The life, the sparkling from below!
Fair gardens, shining streams, with ranks
Of golden melons on their banks,
More golden where the sun-light falls;-
Gay lizards, glitt'ring on the walls
Of ruin'd shrines, busy and bright
As they were all alive with light;

And, yet more splendid, numerous flocks
Of pigeons, settling on the rocks,
With their rich restless wings, that gleam
Variously in the crimson beam

Of the warm West,-as if inlaid
With brilliants from the mine, or made
Of tearless rainbows, such as span
Th' unclouded skies of PERISTAN.
And then the mingling sounds that come,
Of shepherd's ancient reed, with hum
Of the wild bees of PALESTINE,

Banqueting through the flow'ry vales; And, JORDAN, those sweet banks of thine, And woods, so full of nightingales.

But naught 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 raised 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 illumined eyes,

of the Temple of the Sun at Balbec amounted to many thousands; the ground, the walls, and stones of the ruined buildings, were covered with them."-Bruce.

4 "The Syrinx, or Pan's pipe, is still a pastoral instrument in Syria."-Russel.

"Wild bees, frequent in Palestine, in hollow trunks or branches of trees, and the clefts of rocks. Thus it is said, (Psalm lxxxi.,) honey out of the stony rock."-Burder's Oriental Customs.

6 "The river Jordan is on both sides beset with little, thick, and pleasant woods, among which thousands of nightingales warble all together."-Thevenot

The Temple of the Sun at Balbec.