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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
And whitens with eternal sleet,
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,
With the great name of SOLOMON,
Which, spell'd by her illumin'd eyes,
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.
As rosy and as wild as they;
From his hot steed, and on the brink
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
Met that unclouded, joyous gaze,
Encounter morning's glorious rays.
But hark! the vesper call to prayer,
As slow the orb of day-light sets,
From SYRIA's thousand minarets !
Kneels with his forehead to the south,
From purity's own cherub mouth,
And how felt he, the wretched Man,
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,
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,
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,
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?