The lily peace outshines the silver store, money tempts us o'er the desert brown, distant mart and wealthy town. “ Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, O cease, my fears !-all frantic as I go, When thought creates unnumber'd scenes of woe, What if the lion in his rage I meet!Oft in the dust I view his printed feet : And fearful! oft, when day's declining light Yields her pale empire to the mourner night, By hunger rous'd, he scours the groaning plain, Gaunt wolves and sullen tigers in his train: Before them Death with shrieks directs their way, Fills the wild yell, and leads them to their prey. “ Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, " When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my way." At that dead hour the silent asp creep, “ Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, “ When first from Schiraz' walls' 1 bent my way! O hapless youth ! for she thy love hath won, The tender Zara will be most undone! Big swelld my heart, and own'd the powerful maid, When fast she dropt her tears, as thus she said : “ Farewell the youth whom sighs could not detain, “ Whom Zara's breaking heart implor'd in vain ! “ Yet as thoa go'st, may every blast arise “ Weak and unfelt as these rejected sighs ! “ Safe o'er the wild, no perils mayst thou see, “ No griefs endure, nor weep, false youth, like me.” O let me safely to the fair return, Say with a kiss, she must not, shall not, mourn; 0! let me teach my heart to lose its fears, Recall’d by Wisdom's voice, and Zara's tears. He said, and callid on Heaven to bless the day, When back to Schiraz' walls he bent his way. ECLOGUE III. ABRA; OR, THE GEORGIAN SULTANA. Scene, A FOREST.-Time, THE EVENING. IN Georgia's land, where Teffis' towers are seen, Of Abra first began the tender strain, • Gay-motley'd pinks and sweet jonquils she chose, Great Abbas chanc'd that fated morn to stray, By love conducted from the chaceaway; Among the vocal vales he heard her song, And sought the vales and echoing groves among : At length he found, and woo'd the rural maid ; She knew the monarch, and with fear obey'd. “ Be every youth like royal Abbas mov'd, “ And every Georgian maid like Abra lov'd !" The royal lover bore her from the plain ; “ Be every youth like royal Abbas moy’d, Yet midst the blaze of courts she fix'd her love On the cool fountain, or the shady grove; * That these flowers are found in very great abundance in some of the provinces of Persia ; see the modern history of Mr. Salmon. Still with the shepherd's innocence her mind “ Be every youth like royal Abbas mov'd, And oft the royal lover left the care “ Be every youth like royal Abbas mov'd, Blest was the life that royal Abbas led : |