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“ Be this," she cried, as she winged her flight,
For liberty shed, so holy is, • It would not stain the purest rill, 6. That sparkles among the bowers of bliss! 66 Oh! if there be, on this earthly sphere, 66 A boon, an offering Heaven holds dear, 6 'Tis the last libation Liberty draws 6 From the heart that bleeds and breaks in her cause ! 6 Sweet," said the angel, as she gave
The gift into his radiant hand, “ Sweet is our welcome of the Brave,
66 Who die thus for their native land.
Now among AFRIC's Lunar Mountains, *
Never did mortal eye behold !
Those valleys and their fruits of gold
Languidly their leaf-crown'd heads,
* " Tho Mountains of the Moon, or the Montes Lunæ of antiquity, at the foot of which the Nile is supposed to ar so." —Bruce.
“The orchards of Rosetta are filled with turtle doves." -Sonnini. Savary mentions the pelicans upon Lake Moris.
Warns them to their silken beds ;
Bathing their beauties in the lake,
When their beloved Sun's awake,
Amid whose fairy loneliness
Upon a column motionless,
Which, full of bloom and freshness then,
And ne'er will feel that sun again !
Woe to the half-dead wretch, who meets
Amid the darkness of the streets !
“Dearly ye pay for your primal Fall;
“ But the trail of the Serpent is over them all!"
Around her, as the bright drops ran,
Such kindly spirits weep for man !
Sonnini describes this beautiful bird.
This circumstance has been introduced into poetry ;-by Vincentius Fabricius, by Darwin, and lately, with very powerful effect, by Mr Wilson.
Just then beneath some orange trees,
Close by the Lake she heard the moan
Had thither stolen to die alone One who in life where'er he mov'd,
Drew after him the hearts of many ; Yet, now, as though he ne'er were lov'd,
Dies here unseen, unwept by any ! None to watch near him-none to slake
T'he fire that in his bosom lies,
Which shines so cool before his eyes.
To speak the last the parting word,
Is still like distant music heard.
Shed joy around his soul in death
Was safe from this foul midnight's breath ;
This melancholy bower to seek, Like a young envoy, sent by Health,
With rosy gifts upon her cheek ? 'Tis she_far off through moonlight dim,
He knew his own betrothed bride, She, who would rather die with him,
Than live to gain the world beside ! Her arms are round her lover now,
His livid cheek to hers she presses, And dips, to bind his burning brow,
In the cool lake her loosen'd tresses. Ah! once how little did he think An hour would come, when he should shrink
With horror from that dear embrace,
Those gentle arms that were to him
Of Eden's infant cherubim !
Shuddering as if the venom lay
Near his unask'd or without shame. « Oh ! let me only breathe the air,
• The blessed air that's breathed by thec, " And whither on its wings it bear
“ Healing or death, 'tis sweet to me! “ There,—drink my tears, while yet they fall,
66 Would that my bosom's blood were balm, " And well thou know'st, I'd shed it all, “ To give thy brow one minute's calm : Nay, turn not from me that dear face
66 Am I not thinethy own lov'd bride • The one, the chosen one, whose place
" In life or death is by thy side ! * Think'st thou that she, whose only light
66 In this dim world from thee hath shone, 6 Could bear the long the cheerless night,
66 That must be her's, when thou art gone ?
she sinksmas dies the lamp
Her lover is no longer living !
Long kiss, which she expires in giving “ Sleep !” said the PERI, as softly she stole The farewell sigh of that vanishing soul, As true as e'er warm'd a woman's breast “ Sleep on, in visions of odour rest, “ In balmier airs than ever yet stirr'd * Th'enchanted pile of that lonely bird,
“ Who sings at the last his own death lay,"
Unearthly breathings through the place,
Upon the eve of doomsday taken
While that benevolent Pekt beama
Watch o'er them, till their souls would waken! But morn is blushing in the sky;
Again the PERI soars above,
Of pure, self-sacrificing love.
The Elysian palm she soon shall win,
Smil'd as she gave that offering 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 ! But ah! ev'n Peri's hopes are vainAgain the fates forbade, again The immortal barrier clos'd not yet,” The Angel said, as with regret, He shut from her that glimpse of glory“ True was the maiden, and her story, “ Written in light o'er ALLA's head, “ By seraph eyes shall long be read. « But, PERI, see-the crystal bar " Of Eden moves not holier far “ Than ev’n this sigh the boon must be “ That opes the gates of Heav'n for thee." Now, upon Syria's land of roses Softly the light of eve reposes, And, like a glory, the broad sun Hangs over sainted LEBANON ;
*“ In the East, they suppose the Phoenix to have fifty orifices in his bill, which are continued to his tail; and that, after living one thousand years, he builds himself a funeral 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,'