"Whose baffling spells had almost driven "Back from their course the Swords of Heaven, "This night, with all his band, shall know "How deep an Arab's steel can go, "When God and Vengeance speed the blow. "And Prophet! - by that holy wreath "Thou wor'st on ОHOD's field of death, "I swear, for every sob that parts "In anguish from these heathen hearts, "A gem from PERSIA'S plunder'd mines "Shall glitter on thy Shrine of Shrines. 1 "But ha!. she sinks that look so wild "Those livid lips my child, my child, "This life of blood befits not thee, "And thou must back to ARABY. "Ne'er had I risk'd thy timid sex "In scenes that man himself might dread, "Had I not hop'd our every tread "Would be on prostrate Persian necks — "Curst race, they offer swords instead! 1 « Mohammed had two helmets, an interior and exterior one; the latter of which, called Al Mawashah, the fillet, wreath, or wreathed garland, he wore at the battle of Ohod." — Universal History. "But cheer thee, maid, the wind that now "Is blowing o'er thy feverish brow, "To-day shall waft thee from the shore; "And, ere a drop of this night's gore "Have time to chill in yonder towers, "Thou❜lt see thy own sweet Arab bowers!" His bloody boast was all too true There lurk'd one wretch among the few Around him on that Fiery Mount, - He lay That sun, which should have gilt his grave, Saw him a traitor and a slave; And, while the few, who thence return'd To their high rocky fortress, mourn'd He liv'd, and, in the face of morn, Laugh'd them and Faith and Heaven to scorn! Oh for a tongue to curse the slave, Comes o'er the councils of the brave, And blasts them in their hour of might! Be drugg'd with treacheries to the brim,— With joys, that vanish while he sips, His country's curse, his children's shame, Just Prophet, let the damn'd-one dwell Full in the sight of Paradise, Beholding heaven, and feeling hell! LALLA ROOKH had had a dream the night before, which, in spite of the impending fate of poor HAFED, made her heart more than usually cheerful during the morning, and gave her cheeks all the freshened animation of a flower that the Bid-musk has just passed over. She fancied that she was sailing on that Eastern Ocean, where the sea-gipsies, who live for ever on the water, enjoy a perpetual summer in wandering from isle to isle, when she saw a small gilded bark approaching her. It was like one of those boats which the Maldivian islanders annually send adrift, at the mercy of winds and waves, loaded with perfumes, flowers, and odoriferous wood, as an offering to the Spirit whom they call King of the Sea. At first, this little bark appeared to be empty, but, on coming nearer She had proceeded thus far in relating the dream to her Ladies, when FERAMORZ appeared at the door of the pavilion. In his presence, of course, every thing else was forgotten, and the continuance of the story |