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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!”

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Ocease, my fears !-all frantic as Tipo:
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,
Fills the wild yell, and leads them to their prey.

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

At that dead hour the filent afp shall creep,
If aught of reft 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,
6. When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my way!”

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 wou'd the rural maid in
She knew the monarch, and with fear obey'd.

“ Be every youth like royal Abbas mov'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 thepherd'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 sylvan scene, The breezy mountains, and the forests green.

Her

Her maids around her mov'd, a duteous band !
Each bore a crook all-rural in her hand:
Some simple lay of flocks and herds they sung;
With joy the mountain, and the forest

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

And oft the royal lover left the care
And thorns of state, attendant on the fair;
Oft to the shades and low-roof'd cots retir'd,
Or fought the vale where first his heart was fir'd :
A ruffet mantle, like a swain, he wore,
And thought of-crowns and busy courts no more.

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

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Blest was the life, that royal Abbas led :
Sweet was his love and innocent his bed.
What if in wealth the noble maid excel;
The simple shepherd girl can love as well.
Let those who rule on Persia's jewell'd throne,
Be fam'd for love, and gentleft love alone ; .
Or wreathe, like Abbas, full of fair renown;
The lover's myrtle with the warrior's crown.
O happy days ! the maids around her say ;
O hafte, profuse of blessings, hafte away ! :

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