And, as he nearer drew and listen'd From Eden's fountain, when it lies 66 Blooms no where 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 "Go, seek it, and redeem thy sin;- Rapidly as comets run To th' embraces of the Sun: Who would climb th' empyreal heights, "The Mahometans suppose that falling stars are the firebrands wherewith the good angels drive away the bad, when they approach too near the empyreum or verge of the Heavens."- Fryer. Down the blue vault the PERI flies, And, lighted earthward by a glance But whither shall the Spirit go To find this gift for heav'n?" I know "Many a fathom down in the sea, 8 "To the south of sun-bright ARABY ; ' — "I know too where the Genii hid "The jewell'd cup of their King JAMSHID, ' "With Life's elixir sparkling high – "But gifts like these are not for the sky. 8 The Forty Pillars; so the Persians call the ruins of Persepolis. It is imagined by them that this palace and the edifices at Balbec were built by Genii, for the purpose of hiding in their subterraneous caverns immense treasures, which still remain there. — D'Herbelot, Volney. 9 The Isles of Panchaia. 1." The cup of Jamshid, discovered, they say, when digging for the foundations of Persepolis." Richardson. "Where was there ever a gem that shone "Like the steps of ALLA's wonderful Throne? "And the Drops of Life-oh! what would they be "In the boundless Deep of Eternity?" While thus she mus'd, her pinions fann'd The air of that sweet Indian land, THEC Whose air is balm; whose ocean spreads But crimson now her rivers ran With human blood- the smell of death Came reeking from those spicy bowers, And man, the sacrifice of man, Mingled his taint with every breath Upwafted from the innocent flowers! Land of the Sun! what foot invades Thy Pagods and thy pillar'd shades - Thy cavern shrines, and Idol stones, Thy Monarchs and their thousand Thrones? 'Tis He of GAZNA fierce in wrath He comes, and INDIA's diadems Lie scatter'd in his ruinous path. His blood-hounds he adorns with gems, Torn from the violated necks 8 Of many a young and lov'd Sultana ; ® — And choaks up with the glittering wrecks Downward the PERI turns her gaze, Alone, beside his native river, — 7 Mahmood of Gazna, or Ghizni, who conquered India in the beginning of the 11th century. - v. his History in Dow and Sir J. Malcolm. 8 "It is reported that the hunting equipage of the Sultan Mahmoud was so magnificent, that he kept 400 grey-hounds and bloodhounds, each of which wore a collar set with jewels, and a covering edged with gold and pearls."- Universal History, vol. iii, The red blade broken in his hand And the last arrow in his quiver. "Live," said the Conqueror, "live to share The trophies and the crowns I bear!" Silent that youthful warrior stood — All crimson with his country's blood, For answer, to the' Invader's heart. False flew the shaft, though pointed well; Yet mark'd the PERI where he lay, And, when the rush of war was past, Swiftly descending on a ray Of morning light, she caught the lastLast glorious drop his heart had shed, Before its free-born spirit fled! "Be this," she cried, as she wing'd her flight, "My welcome gift at the Gates of Light. "Though foul are the drops that oft distil "On the field of warfare, blood like this, "For Liberty shed, so holy is, |