Literary cadet and Rhode-Island statesman. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1827-1829, 1827-07-04
THE FIRE woRsHIppERs.

Anu tnrouSn ner E1ih porpnyry haiis, .
Where, some hours since, was heard the swell
Oftrunpet AMI the clash OF zsl,
Bidding the bright -eyed'sun farewell;
The peaceful sun, whom better suits
The music Of the bulbul's nest,
Or the light touch of lovers lute.,
To sing him 10 his golden rest
All huih'i-thcre's not breeze in motion;
The shore is silent as tho or"sn.
ifzephyTT come, SO light they come,
Nor leaf is surrd, nor wave !. driven;
The wiud-tower on the EMIR's dome
Can hardly win breath from heaven.
Ev'n he, that tyrant Arab, sleeps
Calm while nation round him weeps;
While curses load the air he breaihes,
And falchions from unpumber'd sheaths
Are starting to ayenge the shame
His race hath brought on IRANs name.
Hard, heariless Chief, unmov'd alike
Mid eyes that weep and swords that strike;
One Of that sanity, murderous brood,
To carnage AMI the Koran given,
Who think through unbelieyers' blood
Lies their directest path to heaven.
One, who will pause and kneel unshod
In the mblood his hand hath pourd,
To mutter DER some text Of God
Engraven on his reeking sword;
Nay, who can cody point the line,
The letter Of those words divine,
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Had sunk into its victims heart
Just ALA! what must be thy look,
When such wretch before thee stands
Unblushipg, with thy Sacred Book,
Trirning the leaves with blood-s,ain'd hands,
And Wrestling from its page sublime
His creed of lust and hate and crime
Ey'nas those bees of TREzIBoSp,-
Which from the sunniest flowers that glad
I,e,, In
Draw venom forth that drives men mad!
Never did fierce ARABIA send
A satrap forth more direly great;
Never was IRAN doomd to bend
Beneath yoke Of deadlier weight.
Her throne had faln--her pride was crush'd-
Her sons were willing slaves, nor blush'd,
In their own land, no more their own,
To crouch beneath strangers throne.
Her towers, where MITHRA once had burn'd,
TO Moslem shrines-oh shame were turn'd,
Where slaves, converted by the sword,
Their mean, apostate worship pour'd,
And cursd the faith their sires adord.
Yet has she hearts, mid all this ill,
Der all this wreck high buoyant still
With hope and vengeance hearts that yet.
Like gems, in darkness issuing rays
They've treasur'd from the sun that's set,
Beam all the light of long-lo,t days!
To second all such arts can dare;
As he shall know, WE'LL dearly know,
Who sleeps in moonlight luxury there,
Tranquil as if his spirit lay
Bccalm'd in heav' ms approving ray!
Sleep on.-for purer eyes than thine
Those waves are hush'd, those planets shine.
Sleep on, and be thy rest unmov'd
BY the white moonlight's dazzling power;
None but the loving and the lov'd
Should be awake at this sweet hour.
And see-where, high above those rocks ..
That DER the deep their shadows fling,
Yon turret stands; where ebon locks,
As glossy as heron's wing
Upon the turban ola king,
Hang from the lattice, long and wild,-
'Tis she, that EMIR's blooming child,
All truth and tenderness and grace,
Though born Of such ungentle race;
An image Of Youths fairy Fountain.
Springng in a desolate mountain!
oh what pure and sacred thing
Is Beauty, curtaind from the sight
the gross world, ilumining
One only mansion with her light
Unseen by mans disturbing eye
The flower, that blooms beneath the sea
Too deep for sunbeams, doth not lie
Hid in more chaste obscurity.
SO, IIrNpA, have thy face AMI mind,
Like holy mysteries, lain enshrind.
And oh what transport for q lever
To lit the veil that shades them o'er!
Like those who, all at once, discover
In the lone deep some fairy shore,
Where mortal never trod before,
And sleep and wake in scented airs
No lip hpd ever breathe but theirs!
Beautiful are the maids that glide,
On summer-eves, through YRMEN's dales,
And bright the glancing look, they hide
Behind their litters' roseate wells;
And brides, rs delicate and fair
As the white jasmine flowers they wear,
Hath YEMEN in her blissful cline,
Who. lulld in cool kiosk o' bower,
D.fvrs their mirrors count the time,
And grow still Iovelier every hour.
But never yet hath bride or maid
In ARABY's gay Harams smil'd,
Whose boasted brightness would not fade
Before Al HAssAs's blooming child.
FRO BE Continued