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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
The Gates of Light, beheld her weeping;
And, as he nearer drew and listen’d
To her sad song, a tear-drop glisten'd
Within his eyelids, like the spray

From Eden's fountain, when it lies
On the blue flower, which-Brahmins say-

Blooms nowhere but in Paradise !
“ Nymph of a fair but erring line!”
Gently he said—“One hope is thine.
'Tis written in the Book of Fate,

The Peri yet may be forgiven
Who brings to this eternal gate

The gift that is most dear to Heaven!
Go seek it, and redeem thy sin ;-
'Tis sweet to let the pardon'd in !"
Rapidly as comets run
To th' embraces of the sun :
Fleeter than the starry brands
Flung at night from angel hands
At those dark and daring sprites,
Who would climb th' empyreal heights,

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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
That just then broke from morning's eyes,

Hung hovering o'er our world's expanse.

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Now, upon Syria’s land of roses
Softly the light of Eve reposes, ,
And, like a glory, the broad sun
Hangs over sainted Lebanon :)
Whose head in wintry grandeur towers,

And whitens with eternal sleet,
While summer, in a vale of flowers,

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, how sparkling from below!
But nought 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! • 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.

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Cheered by sweet hope she bends her hither ;

Still laughs the radiant eye of heaven.

Nor have the golden bowers of even?
In the rich west begun to wither ;-
When, o'er the vale of Baalbec winging

Slowly, she sees a child at play,
Among the rosy wild flowers singing,
As
rosy

and as wild as they ;
Chasing with eager hands and eyes,
The beautiful blue damsel-flies,8
That flutter'd round the jasmine stems,
Like wing'd flowers or flying gems :
And, near the boy, who, tired with play,
Now nestling 'mid the roses lay,
She saw a wearied man dismount

From his hot steed, and on the brink
Of a small imaret's rustic fount,

Impatient, fling him down to drink. Then swift his haggard10 brow he turn'd

To the fair child, who fearless sat,
Though never yet hath day-beam burn'd

Upon a brow more fierce than that,
Sullenly fierce—a mixture dire,
Like thunder-clouds, of gloom and fire !
In which the Peri's eye could read
Dark tales of many a ruthless!1 deed.

? 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-
tained without cost for three

days.
Jo haggard, wild-worn.
1 ruthless, pitiless.

Yet, tranquil2 now that man of crime
(As if the balmy evening time
Soften’d his spirit) look'd and lay,
Watching the rosy infant's play :-
Though still, whene'er his eye by chance
Fell on the boy's, its lurid 3 glance

Met that unclouded, joyous gaze,
As torches, that have burn'd all night
Through some impure and godless rite,

Encounter morning's glorious rays.

But hark! the vesper14 call to prayer,

As slow the orb of daylight sets,
Is rising sweetly on the air,

From Syria's thousand minarets !15
The boy has started from the bed
Of flowers, where he had laid his head,
And down upon the fragrant sod

Kneels, with his forehead to the south,16
Lisping the eternal name of God

From purity's own cherub mouth,
And looking, while his hands and eyes
Are lifted to the glowing skies,
Like a stray babe of Paradise,
Just lighted on that flowery plain,
And seeking for its home again!

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12 tranquil, calm.
18 lurid, gloomy.
vesper, evening, from Hesperus,

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.

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Oh 'twas a sight-that heaven-that child
A scene which might have well beguiled
Even haughty Eblis?? of a sigh
For glories lost and peace gone by!
And how felt he, the wretched man
Reclining18 there—while memory ran
O’er many a year of guilt and strife,
Flew o'er the dark flood of his life,
Nor found one sunny resting place,
Nor brought him back one branch of grace !
“ There was a time,” he said, in mild,
Heart-humbled tones—“ thou blessed child !
When young, and, haply, pure as thou,

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

Satan.

18 reclining, lying down.
19 the golden orb, the sun.

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