He drank and ftraight a bright celeftial beam

Before his eyes difplay'd a dazling gleam.
Myriads of airy fhapes around him gaz'd;
Some prais'd his wisdom, fome his courage prais❜d,
Then o'er his limbs a ftarry robe they spread,
And plac'd a crown of di'monds on his head.

His aged guide was gone, and in his place Stood a fair cherub flush'd with rofy grace; Who smiling spake: "Here ever wilt thou rest, "Admir'd, belov'd, our brother and our gueft; "So all fhall end, whom vice can charm no more "With the gay follies of that per❜lous fhore. "See yon immortal tow'rs their gates unfold "With rubies flaming and no earthly gold! "There joys before unknown thy steps invite, "Blifs without care, and morn without a night. "But now farewel!: my duty calls me hence, "Some injur❜d mortal asks my juft defence,

"To

"To yon deftructive island I repair, Το

"Swift as a ftar." He fpeaks, and melts in air.

The youth o'er walks of jasper takes his flight, And bounds and blazes in eternal light.

A PERSIAN SONG

OF HAFIZ.

WEET maid, if thou wouldft charm my fight,

SWEE

And bid these arms thy neck infold;

That rofy cheek, that lily hand,

Would give thy poet more delight

Than all Bocara's vaunted gold,

Than all the gems of Samarcand.

Boy, let yon liquid ruby flow,

And bid thy penfive heart be glad,

Whate'er the frowning zealots say:

Tell them, their Eden cannot show
A ftream fo clear as Rocnabad,
A bow'r fo fweet as Mofellay.

O! when these fair perfidious maids,
Whofe eyes our fecret haunts infeft,
Their dear deftructive charms display;
Each glance my tender breast invades,
And robs my wounded foul of rest,
As Tartars feize their deftin'd prey.

Bedeh, faki, mei baki,

Ke der jennet nekhahi yaft

Kunari abi Rocnabad,

Va gulghefhti Mofellara.

Fugan kein lulian shokh

I fhiringari fhehrashob

Chunan berdendi fabr az dil

Ke Turcan khani yagmara.