When the blue waters rise and fall,
In sleepy sunshine, mantling all;
And ev'n that swell the tempest leaves
Is like the full and silent heaves

Of lovers' hearts, when newly blest,
Too newly to be quite at rest!

Such was the golden hour, that broke
Upon the world, when HINDA woke
From her long trance, and heard around
No motion but the water's sound
Rippling against the vessel's side,

As slow it mounted o'er the tide.·
But where is she? - her eyes are dark,

Are wilder'd still is this the bark,

The same, that from HARMOZIA's bay

Bore her at morn whose bloody way

The sea-dog track'd?-no-strange and new
Is all that meets her wondering view.
Upon a galliot's deck she lies,

Beneath no rich pavilion's shade,
No plumes to fan her sleeping eyes,
Nor jasmine on her pillow laid.

But the rude litter, roughly spread
With war-cloaks, is her homely bed,
And shawl and sash, on javelins hung,
For awning o'er her head are flung.
Shuddering she look'd around-there lay
A group of warriors in the sun

Resting their limbs, as for that day
Their ministry of death were done.
Some gazing on the drowsy sea,
Lost in unconscious reverie;

And some, who seem'd but ill to brook
That sluggish calm, with many a look
To the slack sail impatient cast,
As loose it flagg'd around the mast.

Blest ALLA! who shall save her now?
There's not in all that warrior-band

One Arab sword, one turban'd brow
From her own Faithful Moslem land.
Their garb

the leathern belt' that wraps

Each yellow vest—that rebel hue

'D'Herbelot, Art. Agduani.

2

"The Guebres are known by a dark yellow colour, which the men affect in their clothes."-Thevenot.

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Yes yes her fears are all too true,

And Heav'n hath, in this dreadful hour,
Abandon'd her to HAFED's power; -

HAFED, the Gheber! at the thought
Her very heart's blood chills within;
He, whom her soul was hourly taught

To loathe, as some foul fiend of sin,
Some minister, whom Hell had sent
To spread its blast, where'er he went,
And fling, as o'er our earth he trod,
His shadow betwixt man and God I
And she is now his captive,

thrown

In his fierce hands, alive, alone;
His the infuriate band she sees,
All infidels-all enemies!

What was the daring hope that then
Cross'd her like lightning, as again,
With boldness that despair had lent,

She darted through that armed crowd

A look so searching, so intent,

That ev'n the sternest warrior bow'd

3 "The Kolah, or cap, worn by the Persians, is made of the skin of the sheep of Tartary."- Waring.

Abash'd, when he her glances caught,

As if he guess'd, whose form they sought.

Through all the maze of blood and storm,

Is fled 'twas but a phantom form

One of those passing, rainbow dreams,

Half light, half shade, which Fancy's beams
Paint on the fleeting mists that roll

In trance or slumber round the soul!

But now the bark, with livelier bound,

Scales the blue wave the crew's in motion

The oars are out, and with light sound
Break the bright mirror of the ocean,
Scattering its brilliant fragments round.
And now she sees with horror sees

Their course is tow'rd that mountain hold,

Those towers, that make her life-blood freeze,
Where MECCA's godless enemies

Lie, like beleagur'd scorpions, roll'd

In their last deadly, venomous fold!

)

Amid the' illumin'd land and flood
Sunless that mighty mountain stood;
Save where, above its awful head,
There shone a flaming cloud, blood-red,
As 'twere the flag of destiny

Hung out to mark where death would be!

Had her bewilder'd mind the power

Of thought in this terrific hour,

She well might marvel where or how

Man's foot could scale that mountain's brow;
Since ne'er had Arab heard or known

Of path but through the glen alone. —
But every thought was lost in fear,

When, as their bounding bark drew near
The craggy base, she felt the waves
Hurry them tow'rd those dismal caves
That from the Deep in windings pass
Beneath that Mount's volcanic mass
And loud a voice on deck commands

To lower the mast and light the brands! — Instantly o'er the dashing tide

Within a cavern's mouth they glide,