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Bethink thee, Hassan, where shall cirirft aftwage,
When fails this cruise, his unrelenting rage?
Soon shall this fcrip its precious load resign;
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 springs in murmurs break away,
Or moss-crown'd fountains mitigate the day,
In vain ye hope the green delights to know,
Which plains more blest, or verdant vales bestow :
Here rocks alone, and tasteless fands are found,
And faint and fickly winds for ever howl around.

“ Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day,
« When firft from Schiraz' walls 1 bent my way.

Curst be the gold and silver which persuade
Weak men to follow.far-fatiguing trade!
The lilly peace outlines the filver store,
And life is dearer than the golden ore:
_Yet money tempts us o'er the desert brown,
To every distant mart and wealthy town.
Full oft we tempt the land, and oft the sea.:
And are we only yet repay'd by thee?
Ah ! why was ruin fo attra&tive made,
Or why fond man so easily betray'd ?

Why heed we not, while mad we haste along,
The gentle voice of peace, or pleasure's song?

Or wherefore think the flowery mountain's fide,
The fountain's murmurs, and the valley's pride,
Why think we these less pleasing to behold,
Than dreary deserts, if they lead to gold?

“ Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day,
" When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my way!"

Ocease, my fears ! -all frantic as l'ipok
When thought creates unnumber'd scenes of woe,
What if the lion in his

rage

I meet!
Oft in the dust I view his printed feet :
And fearful! oft, when day's declining light
Yields her pale empire to the mourner night,
By hunger rous'd, he scours-the groaning plain,
Gaunt wolves and sullen tygers in his train :
Before them death with shrieks directs their way,
Eills the wild yell, and leads them to their prey.

“ Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day,
66. When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my way!”

At that dead hour the filent asp shall creep,
If aught of rest I find, upon my sleep:
Or some swoln serpent twist his scales around,
And wake to anguish with a burning wound.
Thrice happy they, the wise contented poor,
From luft of wealth, and dread of death secure !
They tempt no deserts, and no griefs they find ;
Peace rules the day, where reason rules the mind.

“ Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day,
" When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my way!"

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O hapless youth ! for she thy love hath won, The tender Zara will be moft undone! Big swelld my heart, and own’d the powerful maid, When fast she dropt her tears, as thus the said : “ Farewel the youth, whom sighs could not detain, Whom Zara's breaking heart implor'd in vain ! “ Yet as thou go'ft, may every blaft arise “ Weak and unfelt as these rejected fighs!

Safe o’er the wild, no perils may'st thou see, “ No griefs endure, nor weep, false youth, like me." O let me safely to the fair return, Say with a kiss, she must not, shall noi mourn ; O! let me teach my heart to lose its fears, Recall'd by wisdom's voice, and Zara's tears.

He faid, and call’d'on heaven to bless the day, When back to Schiraz' walls he bent his

way.

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N Georgia's land, where Tefiis' towers are seen,

level
While evening dewys enrich the glittering glade,
And the tall forests cast a longer shade,
What time 'tis sweet o'er fields of rice to ftray,
Or scent the breathing maize at setting day ;
Amidst the maids of Zagen's peaceful grove,
Emyra sung the pleasing cares of love.

Of Abra first began the tender strain,
Who led her youth with flocks upon the plain :
At morn she came those willing flocks to lead,
Where lillies rear them in the watery mead;
From early dawn the live-long hours she told,
Till late at silent eve she penn'd the fold.
Deep in the grove, beneath the secret shade,
A various wreath of odorous flowers she made :
Gay-motley'd pinks and sweet jonquils the chose,
The violet blue that on the moss-bank grows ;
All-sweet to sense, the haunting rose was there :
The finih'd chaplet well-adorn'd her hair.

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Great Abbas chànc'd that fated morn to stray,
By love conducted from the chace away ;
Among the vocal vales he heard her song,
And fought the vales and echoing groves among
At length he found, and wood the rural maid
She knew the monarch, and with fear obey'd.

“ Be every youth like royal Abbas mor'd,
And every Georgian maid like Abra lov'd !"?:

The royal lover bore her from the plain;
Yet ftill her cook and bleating flock remain,
Oft as she went, the backward turn’d her view,
And bad that crook and bleating flock adiea.
Fair happy maid ! to other scenes remove,
To richer scenes of golden power and love !
Go leave the simple pipe, and shepherd's ftrain;
With love delight thee, and with Abbas reign.

“ Be every youth like royal Abbas mov’d,
And every Georgian maid like Abra lov'd !!!

Yet midst the blaze of courts the fix'd her love On the cool fountain, or the shady grove ; Still with the shepherd's innocence her mind To the sweet vale, and lowery mead inclin'd; And oft as spring renew'd the plains with flowers, Breath'd his soft gales, and led the fragrant hours, With sure return the fought the fylvan scene, The breezy mountains, and the forests green,

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