That beacon through the battle's stormy flood, That rainbow of the field, whose showers were blood! Twice hath the sun upon their conflict set, Smoke up to Heav'n-hot as that crimson haze, In the red Desert, when the wind's abroad. 66 'On, Swords of God!" the panting CALIPH calls, "Thrones for the living-Heav'n for him who falls!". "On, brave avengers, on," MOKANNA cries, "And EBLIS blast the recreant slave that flies !" Now comes the brunt, the crisis of the day— They clash they strive the CALIPH'S troops give way! MOKANNA'S self plucks the black Banner down, The Champions of the Faith through BEDER'S vale †,) * Savary says of the south wind, which blows in Egypt from February to May, "Sometimes it appears only in the shape of an impetuous whirlwind, which passes rapidly, and is fatal to the tra, veller, surprised in the middle of the deserts. Torrents of burning sand roll before it, the firmament is enveloped in a thick veil, and the sun appears of the colour of blood. Sometimes whole caravans are buried in it." In the great victory gained by Mahomed at Beder, he was Bold as if gifted with ten thousand lives, Turns on the fierce pursuers' blades, and drives At once the multitudinous torrent back While hope and courage kindle in his track ; In vain he yells his desperate curses out, Right tow'rds MOKANNA now he cleaves his path, assisted, say the Mussulmans, by three thousand angels, led by Gabriel, mounted on his horse Hiazum. See The Koran and its Commentators. With swords of fire, ready like fate to fall, Turns, ev❜n in drowning, on the wretched flocks, Bloodies the stream he hath not power to stay. Hang out your gilded tapestry in the streets, For his throne's safety in that perilous hour? * The Tecbir, or cry of the Arabs. "Alla Acbar!" says Ockley, means, "God is most mighty." † "The ziraleet is a kind of chorus, which the women of the East sing upon joyful occasions.”- RUSSEL. 'Mid all those holier harmonies of fame, Which sound along the path of virtuous souls, Like music round a planet as it rolls, He turns away · A dark, cold calm, which nothing now can break, Hearts there have been, o'er which this weight of woe Came by long use of suffering, tame and slow; But thine, lost youth! was sudden over thee It broke at once, when all seem'd ecstasy; When Hope look'd up, and saw the gloomy Past Melt into splendour, and Bliss dawn at last 'Twas then, ev'n then, o'er joys so freshly blown, This mortal blight of misery came down ; Ev'n then, the full, warm gushings of thy heart Were check'd like fount-drops, frozen as they start, One sole desire, one passion now remains To keep life's fever still within his veins, life. The Dead Sea, which contains neither animal nor vegetable G Vengeance! dire vengeance on the wretch who cast O'er him and all he lov'd that ruinous blast. For this, when rumours reach'd him in his flight Rumours of armies, thronging to the' attack Of the Veil'd Chief,- for this he wing'd him back, For this he still lives on, careless of all But safe as yet that Spirit of Evil lives; With a small band of desperate fugitives, The last sole stubborn fragment, left unriven, Of the proud host that late stood fronting Heaven, He gain'd MEROU breath'd a short curse of blood O'er his lost throne - then pass'd the JIHON'S flood,* Still saw a Saviour in their down-fall'n Chief, Of all his Haram, all that busy hive, With music and with sweets sparkling alive, He took but one, the partner of his flight, One not for love- not for her beauty's light – *The ancient Oxus.. + A city of Transoxiana, |