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"'Tis written in the book of Fate,

« The Peri yet may be forgiven " Who brings to this Eternal Gate

The Gift that is most dear to Heaven! Go, seek it and redeem thy sin; “ Tis sweet to let the pardon'd in !"

Now, upon Syria's land of roses
Softly the light of Eve reposes,
And, like a glory, the broad sun
Hangs over sainted LEBANON;
Whose head in wintry grandeur towers,

And whitens with eternal sleet,
While summer, in a vale of flowers,

Is sleeping rosy at his feet.

To one, who look'd from upper air O'er all th’ enchanted regions there, How beauteous must have been the glow, The life, the sparkling from below! Fair gardens, shining streains, with ranks Of golden melons on their banks, More golden where the sun-light falls ;Gay lizards glittering on the walls Of ruin'd shrines, busy and bright As they were all alive with light, And yet more splendid, numerous flocks Of pigeons, settling on the rocks, With their rich restless wings, that gleam Variously in the crimson beam Of the warm west, as if inlaid With brilliants from the mine, or made Of tearless rainbows, such as span Th' unclouded skies of Peristan. And then the mingling sounds that come, Of shepherd's ancient reed, with hum Of the wild hees of PALESTINE,

Banqueting through the flowery vales:And JORDAN, those sweet banks of thine,

And woods so full of nightingales ! But nought can charm the luckless PERI: Her soul is sad—her wings are wearyJoyless she sees the sun look down On that great temple, once his own, Whose lonely columns stand sublime,

Flinging their shadows from on high, Like dials, which the wizard, Time,

Had raised to count his ages by!

Yet haply there may lie conceal'd

Beneath those Chambers of the Sun,
Some amulet of gems anneal'd
In upper fires, some tablet seal'd

With the great name of SOLOMON,

Which, spell'd by her illumin'd eyes,
May teach her where, beneath the moon,
In earth or ocean lies the boon,
The charm that can restore 80 soon,

An erring spirit to the skies!

Cheer'd by this hope she bends her thither;

Still laughs the radiant eye of Heaven,

Nar have the golden bowers of Even In the rich West begun to wither; When, o'er the vale of BALBEC winging,

Slowly, she sees a child at play.
Among the rosy wild-flowers singing,

As rosy and as wild as they;
Chasing with eager hands and eyes,
The beautiful blue damsel flies,
That flutter'd round the jasminé stems,
Like winged flowers or flying gems;
And, near the boy, who, tir'd with play
Now nesling 'mid the roses lay,
She saw a wearied man dismount

From his hot steed, and on the brink
Of a small Minaret's rustic fount

Impatient fling him down to drink. Then swift his haggard brow he turn'd

To the fair child, who fearless sat, 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'dOaths 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, As if the balmy evening time Soften’d his spirit, lookid and lay Watching the rosy infant's play ;Though still, whene'er his eye by chance" Fell on the boy's, its lurid glance

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Met that unclouded, joyous gaze,
As torches, that have burnt all night
Through some impure and godless rite,

Encounter morning's glorious rays.

But hark! the vesper call to prayer,

As slow the orb of day-light sets,
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 a fragrant sod

Kneels with his forehead to the south,
Lisping th' eternal name of God

From purity's own cherub mouth,
And looking, while his hands and eyes
Are lifted to the glowing skies,
Like a stray babe of Paradise,
just lighted on that flowery plain,
And seeking for its home again!
Oh 'twas a sight-that Heav'n-that child
A scene, which might have well beguild
Ev'n haughty Ellis of a sigh
For glories lost and peace gone by!

And how felt he, the wretched Man,
Reclining there-while memory ran
O'er many a year of guilt and strife,
Flew o'er the dark flood of his life,
Nor found one sunny resting-place,
Nor brought him back one branch of grace!
" There was a time,” he said in mild,
Heart-humbled tones-6 thou blessed child:
6. When young and haply pure as thou,
“ I look'd and pray'd like thee--but now !

He hung his head each nobler aim

And hope and feeling, which had slept From boyhood's hour, that instant came

Fresh o'er him, and he wept! he wept

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, of so healing a power,
“So balmy a virtue, that ev’n in the hour
“ That drop descends, contagion dies,
« And health reanimates earth and skies
“Oh, is it not thus, thou man of sin,

66 The precious tears of repentence fall? “ Though foul lhy very plagues within,

“One heavenly drop hath dispelled them all.”

And now-behold him kneeling there,
By the child's side, in humble prayer,
While the same sun-beam shines upon
The guilty and the guiltless one,
And hymns of joy proclaim through Heaven
The triumph of a Soul Forgiven!

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ADAM'S DESCRIPTION OF FIRST FINDING

HIMSELF ON EARTH. For man to tell how human life began Is hard; for who himself beginning knew? Desire with thee still longer to converse Induces me. As new waked from soundest sleep Soft on the flowery herb I found me laid, In balmy sweat; which with his beams the sun Soon dried, and on the reeking moisture fed. Straight toward heaven my wandering eyes I turn’d, And gazed awhile the ample sky; till, raised By quick instinctive motion, up I sprung, As thitherward endeavoring, and upright Stood on my feet: about me round I saw

Hill, dale, and shady woods, and sunny plairs,
And liquid lapse of murmuring streams; by these,
Creatures that lived and moved, and walk'd or flew;
Birds on the branches warbling; all things smiled,
With fragrance and with joy my heart o'erflow'd.
Myself I then perused, and limb by limb
Survey'd, and sometimes went, and sometimes ran
With supple joints, as lively vigor led :
But who I was, or where, or from what cause,
Knew not; to speak I tried, and forthwith spake;
My tongue obey'd, and readily could name
Whate'er I saw. " Thou sun,” said I "fair light,
And thou enlighten'd earth, so fresh and gay,
Ye hills, and dales, ye rivers, woods and plains
And ye that live and move, fair creatures, tell
Tell, if ye saw, how came I thus, how here?”

DESCRIPTION OF EVE'S FIRST FINDING

HERSELF ON EARTH. That day I oft remember when from sleep I first awaked, and found myself reposed, Under a shade, on flowers, much wondering where And what I was, whence thither brought, and how. Not distant far from thence a murmuring sound Of waters issued from a cave, and spread Into a liquid plain, then stood unmoved, Pure as the expanse of heaven; I thither went With unexperienced thought, and laid me down On the green bank, to look into the clear Smooth lake, that to me seemed another sky As I bent down to look, just opposite A shape within the watery gleam appeard, Bending to look on me: I started back, It started back: but pleased I soon return'd, Pleased it return'd as soon with answering looks Of sympathy and love: there I had fix'd Mine eyes till now, and pined with vain desire, Had not a voice thus warned me: what thou seest, What there thou seest, fair creature, is thyself: With thee it came and goes; but follow me, And I will bring thee where no shadow stays Thy coming, and thy soft embraces, he Whose image thou art; him thou shalt enjoy Inseparably thine, to him shalt bear Multitudes like thyself, and thence be call'd Mother of human race. What could I do, But follow straight, invisibly thus led?

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