Like a chenar-tree grove*, when winter throws Between the porphyry pillars, that uphold The rich moresque-work of the roof of gold, Aloft the Haram's curtain'd galleries rise, Where, through the silken net-work, glancing eyes, From time to time, like sudden gleams that glow Through autumn clouds, shine o'er the pomp below. What impious tongue, ye blushing saints, would dare To hint that aught but Heaven hath plac'd you there? Or that the loves of this light world could bind, In their gross chain, your Prophet's soaring mind? No-wrongful thought!-commission'd from above To people Eden's bowers with shapes of love, (Creatures so bright, that the same lips and eyes They wear on earth will serve in Paradise,) There to recline among Heaven's native maids, And crown the' Elect with bliss that never fades The oriental plane. "The cheñar is a delightful tree; its bole is of a fine white and smooth bark; and its foliage, which grows in a tuft at the summit, is of a bright green."-Morier's Travels. C Well hath the Prophet-Chief his bidding done; And ev'ry beauteous race beneath the sun, From those who kneel at BRAHMA's burning founts,* To the small, half-shut glances of KATHAY ; † All, all are there;—each Land its flower hath given, But why this pageant now? this arm'd array? Like tulip-beds ‡, of different shape and dyes, * The burning fountains of Brahma near Chittogong, esteemed Turner. as holy. † China. "The name of tulip is said to be of Turkish extraction, and given to the flower on account of its resembling a turban." — Beckmann's History of Inventions. What new-made myst'ry now, for Faith to sign, Not such the pageant now, though not less proud; So fiercely beautiful in form and eye, That youth to-day, a proselyte, worth hordes Of cooler spirits and less practis'd swords,— Is come to join, all bravery and belief, The creed and standard of the heaven-sent Chief. Though few his years, the West already knows Young AZIM's fame ;- beyond the' Olympian snows, "The inhabitants of Bucharia wear a round cloth bonnet, shaped much after the Polish fashion, having a large fur border. They tie their kaftans about the middle with a girdle of a kind of silk crape, several times round the body." - Account of Independent Tartary, in Pinkerton's Collection. Ere manhood darken'd o'er his downy cheek, Nor feel those godlike breathings in the air, Full of those dreams of good that, vainly grand, Haunt the young heart,― proud views of human-kind, Of men to Gods exalted and refin'd, False views, like that horizon's fair deceit, Where earth and heaven but seem, alas, to meet! Soon as he heard an Arm Divine was rais'd To right the nations, and beheld, emblaz'd * In the war of the Caliph Mahadi against the Empress Irene, for an account of which vide Gibbon, vol. x. On the white flag MOKANNA's host unfurl'd, In virtue's cause; - -never was soul inspir'd With livelier trust in what it most desir'd, Than his, the' enthusiast there, who kneeling, pale Believes the form, to which he bends his knee, This fetter'd world from every bond and stain, Low as young Azıм knelt, that motley crowd Of all earth's nations sunk the knee and bow'd, With shouts of "ALLA!" echoing long and loud; While high in air, above the Prophet's head, Hundreds of banners, to the sunbeam spread, |