Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1849-1856, 1852-04-22
1Joctifal.
TuE MOsl.EM'5 HEAVEN.
TuE MOsl.EM5 HEAVEN
An extract from lecture on Mohammed, deliver
ed before the Middttown, II. l., Lyoeum,b BY
RR HAZARD. JR.

lie fodeth his arms on his tawny breast,
And he layeih him down To hi, peaceful rest,
lie hopeth The angel Of death will come
To hear him ava, TO his slarwsrd bunej
And there siealeih u smile Of bl'ssiu joy,
And II teleth Of rapture without alloy.
IL gleameih and lighieth his palhd face
v ith holy, newborn, placid grace,
As the rosy ray of the rising sun
Gilds the white wreaihing the Snow has done,
For he sees Ia n vision, Il silver rill
That winds among flowers on Hara's hill;
A draught, that the faithful soul may sip,
Ere its flight iIom earth, from an al gels lip
Expand lis gossaHrr wings and mount,
With rapid flight, to the crystal fouht
That sports in the flashing sunlight there,
In Alden regions of perlumed air.
Where the rush ofan angels silken wing
From Deaths dalk portal, will gladnt IS bring;
And there opes to his vision sapphire gate,
Where angels ofgretting forever wait.
Aud he rideth camel of golden hooi,
Meath the jewelled arch Of eternal youth,
lie bieaihelh the luoionsly fragrant air
That pale checked flowers have scattered there,
And the soft rich perfumes Of burning gums
As from insence -altars its smoke-clond comes,
Resting when weari,d neath fruitful palms,
Raptured with Aiden-lands opening charms,
As the chosen angels in chorus Of praise,
The sleeping and goiden-voced echoes raise,
Till the sounds are lost in the vast afar,
As they iremble and echo from star 10 star.
lie ,readeih 'morg forests and groves and flowers
And he happily wileth away the hours
lie revels in joys known on earth,
N ala A. 4, a h,rth.
lie wanders where fountains increasingly play,
With II rainbow light in their flashing sprayj
As he gazeh the glorious god ofday
Marcheth through space on his endless wayj
The wonderful, glitering host goes by
The starry gems ofhs esith seen sky,
Hiding their twnkling, borrowed ray
From the scorchng gaze Of the King ofDay,
But to shed their mite of tiny light
In the milder reign Of the Queen Of Night.
lie watcseih the heeting clouds that roll,
Like happy thought oer human soul,
Glowing and bright in the suns pure light,
But casting a shade Ger the dazzcd sight,
lie sips the rich nectars that bubble up,
In gurgling ill from moss-grOwn cup
Murmuring ever n thankful song,
As il trickles and tinkes it, course along,
iii us WhleTs III Inc stfthHl tHhi Tolls
In celestial Alden the home ofsouls.
lie breathes the incense an angel burns,>
At the golden gate when the morning dawns;
As hours roll by doth to diah pray,
Till the deepening glow of the dying day.
He watcheth with nwea cursed world
Down the dark abyss Of the future hurled,
As its giant form goes cra,hng by
While rumbng thunders rcnd the SKY;
And the lightnings flicker around its way,
The pallid mock Of n dying day.
But they flash and die and 'tis Il Il a'onc,
Till its fearful hell-bourncd course is run.
He shrinkeh aghast from The fearful sight,
But the scene has changed for in II, born light
The siver-cad moon is mounting the sky,
And the stars, they srg ms she draweih nigh,
They cluster around AIT they chiRe their lay,
And they chaunt her a dirge MS she passeth away.
As she snketh to rest in the glowing west,
With the suns nrst Kiss on her virgin breast.
The stars they fade and in pale alright,
They c g to the skirts ofthe fugitive night.
" hile the day hing scatters his flashing rays
And illumines the scene with golden blaze,
The clouds they lower in sun shine hour,
Ard battle the fonge with ashow,r;
AID it Glelh up the snow lill's cup;
Rul the sun he laughs ns he drlrk,h il up,
And he filings his violet bow in air,
Till it tremblcs and sparkcs and iadeth there.
Then he bmst,th forth in a smile Ggnin,
sheddm diamoid glitter on d,wy plain;
And he laughs and joys it, all the day,
Till he snketh ng in to his couch away,
Aud draweth his golden drapcry DER,
And the stars, they twinkle rs hcfurc,-
Till they make the Alden arches ring
v it'll the low, sweet music that they sing.
Then he fsdeih away into hol, sleep,
And the angels again their v'gs keep;
As spirits een hover in viewless flight,
And bless us and lave Us, and guide us Alright.
This the Moslem's heaven, Il golden Dream
'Twere a happy one, indeed, 'twould seem,
Were il bnsed on aught but fabric light
Woven 'morg nucy's hours flight.
Twas dreampt when the sunsets glor! lay,
Reflected III gold on some Arab bay;
'Tis the softcncd glow of tiny ,lord
In the sunset asleep, like feather bowed;
IT'S the happ, dream Of a sleeping boy,
Bright, golden, indeed, but an unreal toy;
'Tis a fantasy woven Of rainbow light
'Ts the sun and the shower, the glory Of night
1t is hnrg on the cold moons silver horn,
II is laved by the brook as il gurelcs alorg
I'll, the song Of an angel, the perfume Of flowers,
'Tis the voice of syren beyuilii the hours;
II lends to the senses gutering GOAL
'Tis an Alden land far from the home Of the Soul.
! ewport,R X l., Feb, 1852.