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Though mine are the gardens of earth and sea, And the stars themselves have flowers for me,
One blossom of heaven out-blooms them all!”
The glorious Angel, who was keeping
From Eden's fountain, when it lies
Blooms nowhere but in Paradise !
The Peri yet may be forgiven
The gift that is most dear to Heaven!
3 Comets are here supposed to be
drawn irresistibly into the sun. But this, as it stands, is, fortunately, not the rule. If it were, this world would be burnt up the
first time a great comet was thus
"embraced." 4 The Mahometans think falling stars
are brands by which the good angels drive off the evil ones when they come too near heaven.
Down the blue vault the Peri flies,
And, lighted earthward by a glance
Hung hovering o'er our world's expanse.
Now, upon Syria’s land of roses
And whitens with eternal sleet,
Is sleeping rosy at his feet.
Flinging their shadows from on high,
Had raised to count his ages by! • Lebanon, a mountain range on name seems to have been given the north of Palestine.
rather from the white limestone highest peak has snow on it, of its huge mass, than from snow here and there, for most of the on its top. year. It is 10,200 feet above the 6 The temple of the Sun, at Baalbec level of the sea, Lebanon, like or Heliopolis (the city of the Sun) Mont Blanc, means “the white in the valley between the two mountain "; but in this case the chains of Lebanon.
Cheered by sweet hope she bends her hither ;
Still laughs the radiant eye of heaven.
Nor have the golden bowers of even?
Slowly, she sees a child at play,
and as wild as they ;
From his hot steed, and on the brink
Impatient, fling him down to drink. Then swift his haggard10 brow he turn'd
To the fair child, who fearless sat,
Upon a brow more fierce than that,
? The poet compares the golden
clouds of sunset to bowers. 8 damsel-flies, butterflies so called
from their eleganco and brilliant colours.
9 An imaret is a shelter where
pilgrims or travellers are enter-
Yet, tranquil2 now that man of crime
Met that unclouded, joyous gaze,
Encounter morning's glorious rays.
But hark! the vesper14 call to prayer,
As slow the orb of daylight sets,
From Syria's thousand minarets !15
Kneels, with his forehead to the south,16
From purity's own cherub mouth,
12 tranquil, calm.
hometan churches. Instead of bells, a priest calls aloud to
prayers, from the minaret. 16 south, towards Mecca, the holy
the evening star. 15 minarets, those graceful towers
that rise fr mosques, or M&.
city of the Mahometans.
Oh 'twas a sight-that heaven-that child
I looked and pray'd like thee-but now—_" He hung his head-each nobler aim
And hope and feeling, which had slept From boyhood's hour, that instant came
Fresh o'er him, and he wept—he wept ! And now—behold him kneeling there By the child's side, in humble prayer, While the same sunbeam shines upon The guilty and the guiltless one, And hymns of joy proclaim through heaven The triumph of a Soul Forgiven ! 'Twas when the golden orb19 had set, While on their knees they linger'd yet, There fell a light, more lovely far Than ever came from sun or star,
17 Eblis, the Mahometan name for
18 reclining, lying down.