I E CLOGUE II. HASSAN; OR, THE CAMEL-DRIVER, SCENE, THE DESERT. TIME, MID-DAY. N filent horror o'er the boundless waste The driver Haffan with his camels past: To guard his shaded face from scorching fand. Ah! little thought I of the blafting wind, The thirft or pinching hunger that I find! Bethink thee, Haffan, where shall Thirst affwage, When fails this cruife, his unrelenting rage? Soon fhall this fcrip its precicus load refign; Then what but tears and hunger shall be thine ?. Ye mute companions of my toils, that bear In all my griefs a more than equal share! Here, where no fprings in murmurs break away, Or mofs-crown'd fountains mitigate the day, In vain ye hope the green delights to know, Which plains more bleft, or verdant vales bestow: Here rocks alone, and taftelefs fands are found, And faint and fickly winds for ever howl around. "Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, "When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my way!" Curft be the gold and filver which perfuade Weak men to follow far-fatiguing trade! The The lily peace outshines the filver store, Yet Το money tempts us o'er the defert brown, every distant mart and wealthy town. Or why fond man so easily betray'd? O cease, my fears!—all frantic as I go, Oft in the dust I view his printed feet: And And fearful! oft, when day's declining light Fills the wild yell, and leads them to their prey. At that dead hour the filent afp shall creep, "Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, O hapless youth! for fhe thy love hath won, The tender Zara will be moft undone ! Big fwell'd my heart, and own'd the powerful maid, When fast she dropt her tears, as thus fhe faid: "Farewell the youth whom fighs could not detain, "Whom Zara's breaking heart implor'd in vain! "Yet as thou go'ft, may every blast arise "Weak and unfelt as these rejected fighs! "Safe o'er the wild, no perils may'st thou fee, Say with a kifs, fhe muft not, fhall not mourn; He said, and call'd on heaven to bless the day, When back to Schiras' walls he bent his way. |