But ah! too soon that dream is past
Again, again her fear returns;

Night, dreadful night, is gathering fast,
More faintly the horizon burns,

And every rosy tint that lay

On the smooth sea hath died away.
Hastily to the darkening skies

A glance she casts - then wildly cries

"At night, he said — and, look, 'tis near

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Fly, fly—if yet thou lov'st me, fly "Soon will his murderous band be here,

"And I shall see thee bleed and die. "Hush!

heard'st thou not the tramp of men

Sounding from yonder fearful glen ?
Perhaps ev'n now they climb the wood

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Fly, fly-though still the West is bright,

"I know him- he'll not wait for night!"

In terrors ev'n to agony

She clings around the wondering Chief; "Alas, poor wilder'd maid! to me

"Thou ow'st this raving trance of grief.

"Lost as I am, nought ever grew
"Beneath my shade but perish'd too

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My doom is like the Dead Sea air, "And nothing lives that enters there! "Why were our barks together driven "Beneath this morning's furious heaven? "Why, when I saw the prize that chance "Had thrown into my desperate arms, "When, casting but a single glance

"Upon thy pale and prostrate charms, "I vow'd (though watching viewless o'er

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Thy safety through that hour's alarms) "To meet the' unmanning sight no more

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Why have I broke that heart-wrung vow?

Why weakly, madly met thee now?

"Start not that noise is but the shock

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"Of torrents through yon valley hurl'd"Dread nothing here- upon this rock

"We stand above the jarring world, "Alike beyond its hope—its dread "In gloomy safety, like the Dead! "Or, could ev'n earth and hell unite "In league to storm this Sacred Height,

"Fear nothing thou— myself, to-night,

"And each o'erlooking star that dwells "Near God will be thy sentinels;

"And, ere to-morrow's dawn shall glow, "Back to thy sire"

"The night-cry through each reeking tower, "Unless we fly, ay, fly this hour!

"Thou art betray'd some wretch who knew "That dreadful glen's mysterious clew —

"Hath sold thee to my vengeful sire;

"This morning, with that smile so dire

"He wears in joy, he told me all,

"And stamp'd in triumph through our hall "As though thy heart already beat

"Its last life-throb beneath his feet!

"Good Heav'n, how little dream'd I then
"His victim was my own lov'd youth! -
"Fly-send- let some one watch the glen
"By all my hopes of heaven 'tis truth!”

Oh! colder than the wind that freezes

Founts, that but now in sunshine play'd,

Is that congealing pang which seizes

The trusting bosom, when betray'd.

He felt it deeply felt and stood,

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As if the tale had froz'n his blood,

So maz'd and motionless was he; Like one whom sudden spells enchant, Or some mute, marble habitant

Of the still Halls of ISHMONIE! +

But soon the painful chill was o'er,
And his great soul, herself once more,
Look'd from his brow in all the rays
Of her best, happiest, grandest days!
Never, in moment most elate,

Did that high spirit loftier rise;
While bright, serene, determinate,
His looks are lifted to the skies,

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4 For an account of Ishmonie, the petrified city in Upper Egypt, where it is said there are many statues of men, women, &c. to be seen to this day, v. Perry's View of the Levant.

As if the signal-lights of Fate

Were shining in those awful eyes!

'Tis come his hour of martyrdom

In IRAN's sacred cause is come;

And, though his life hath pass'd away
Like lightning on a stormy day,

Yet shall his death-hour leave a track
Of glory, permanent and bright,
To which the brave of after-times,
The suffering brave, shall long look back
With proud regret, — and by its light
Watch through the hours of slavery's night
For vengeance on the' oppressor's crimes!
This rock, his monument aloft,

Shall speak the tale to many an age;
And hither bards and héroes oft

Shall come in secret pilgrimage,
And bring their warrior sons, and tell
The wondering boys where HAFED fell,
And swear them on those lone remains
Of their lost country's ancient fanes,
Never

while breath of life shall live Within them- never to forgive