"One Moslem heart where, buried deep, "The sabre from its toil may sleep? "No God of IRAN's burning skies! "Thou scorn'st th' inglorious sacrifice. "No-though of all earth's hope bereft, "Life, swords, and vengeance still are left. "We'll make yon valley's reeking caves "Live in the awe-struck minds of men, " "Till tyrants shudder, when their slaves "Tell of the Ghebers' bloody glen. "Follow, brave hearts! this pile remains "Our refuge still from life and chains; "But his the best, the holiest bed, "Who sinks entomb'd in Moslem dead!” Down the precipitous rocks they sprung, Each arm and heart. Th' exulting foe Still through the dark defiles below, Track'd by his torches' lurid fire, Wound slow, as through GOLCONDA's vale1 1 V. Hoole upon the Story of Sinbad. The mighty serpent, in his ire, Glides on with glittering, deadly trail. No torch the Ghebers need so well They know each mystery of the dell, So oft have, in their wanderings, Cross'd the wild race that round them dwell, The very tigers from their delves Look out, and let them pass, as things Untam'd and fearless like themselves! There was a deep ravine, that lay The many fall'n before the few. The torrents from that morning's sky And, on each side, aloft and wild, Huge cliffs and toppling crags were pil'd, The pathways to her mountain shrines. Here, at this pass, the scanty band Of IRAN's last avengers stand Here wait, in silence like the dead, They come that plunge into the water Gives signal for the work of slaughter. Now, Ghebers, now if e'er your blades Had point or prowess, prove them now Woe to the file that foremost wades! They come a falchion greets each brow, And, as they tumble, trunk on trunk, Beneath the gory waters sunk, Still o'er their drowning bodies press The sword hangs, clogg'd with massacre. Never was horde of tyrants met To patriot vengeance hath the sword More terrible libations pour'd! T All up the dreary, long ravine, By the red, murky glimmer seen Of half-quench'd brands, that o'er the flood From the toss'd brands that round them fly, "Twixt flood and flame in shrieks expire; And some who, grasp'd by those that die, Sink woundless with them, smother'd o'er In their dead brethren's gushing gore! But vainly hundreds, thousands bleed, Tremendous causeway! on they pass.- What hope was left for you? for you, Is smoking in their vengeful eyes - Whose swords how keen, how fierce they knew, And burn with shame to find how few. Crush'd down by that vast multitude, Some found their graves where first they stood; By sudden swell of JORDAN's pride 2 Long battles with th' o'erwhelming tide, 2 “In this thicket upon the banks of the Jordan several sorts of wild beasts are wont to harbour themselves, whose being washed out of the covert by the overflowings of the river gave occasion to that allusion of Jeremiah, he shall come up like a lion from the swelling of Jordan."- Maundrell's Aleppo. |