Which, spell'd by her illumin'd eyes, In earth or ocean, lies the boon, The charm, that can restore so soon An erring Spirit to the skies. Cheer'd by this hope she bends her thither;- Nor have the golden bowers of Even She saw a wearied man dismount From his hot steed, and on the brink Impatient fling him down to drink. Then swift his haggard brow he turn'd Though never yet hath day-beam burn'd Upon a brow more fierce than that,Sullenly fierce-a mixture dire, Like thunder-clouds, of gloom and fire; In which the PERI's eye could read Dark tales of many a ruthless deed; The ruin'd maid-the shrine profan'd Oaths broken-and the threshold stain'd With blood of guests!-there written, all, Black as the damning drops that fall From the denouncing Angel's pen, Ere Mercy weeps them out again. Yet tranquil now that man of crime Met that unclouded joyous gaze, As torches that have burnt all night But, hark! the vesper call to prayer, Is rising sweetly on the air, From SYRIA's thousand minarets! The boy has started from the bed Of flowers, where he had laid his head, And down upon the fragrant sod Kneels,193 with his forehead to the south, Lisping the eternal name of God From Purity's own cherub mouth, And seeking for its home again. Oh! 'twas a sight-that Heaven—that child— A scene, which might have well beguil'd Even haughty EBLIS of a sigh For glories lost and peace gone by! And how felt he, the wretched Man Nor brought him back one branch of grace! And hope, and feeling, which had slept Blest tears of soul-felt penitence! In whose benign, redeeming flow Is felt the first, the only sense Of guiltless joy that guilt can know. "There's a drop," said the PERI, that down from the moon Falls through the withering airs of June "Upon EGYPT'S land, 194 of so healing a power, 66 So balmy a virtue, that e'en in the hour "The drop descends, contagion dies, And health re-animates earth and skies! Oh, is it not thus, thou man of sin, |