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Thickly strewed as hailstones when they fall,
Have ye e'er known envy at the sight?

And not felt your gaze become more bright,
When the sun was, on the wings of morning,

Darnawend's unnumber'd peaks adorning,
As he, bow-like, rose? How each eye dwelt

On the glorious scene! I felt, I felt,
Thousand times, as life's days fleeted by,

Borne with him, the coming one, on high.
God upon His throne then to proclaim,

Him, the life-fount's mighty Lord, to name,
Worthily to prize that glorious sight,

And to wander on beneath His light.
When the fiery orb was all defined,

There I stood, as though in darkness, blind,
Beat my breast, my quicken'd members threw

On the earth, brow-foremost, at the view.
Let this holy, great bequest reward

Brotherly good-will and kind regard:
SOLEMN DUTY'S DAILY observation.--

More than this, it needs no revelation.
If its gentle hands a new-born one

Move, then straightway turn it tow'rd the sun,--
Soul and body dip in bath of fire!

Then each morning's favour 'twill acquire.
To the living one, commit the dead,

O'er the beast let earth and dust be spread,
And, so far as may extend your might,

What ye deem impure, conceal from sight.
Till your plains to graceful purity,

That the sun with joy your labours see;
When ye plant, your trees in rows contrive,

For he makes the Regular to thrive.
E'en the floods that through the channel rush

Must not fail in fulness or in gush;
And as Senderud, from mountain high,

Rises pure, in pureness must it die.
Not to weaken water's gentle fall,

Carefully cleanse out the channels all;
Salamander, snake, and rush, and reed,--

All destroy,--each monster and each weed.
If thus pure ye earth and water keep,

Through the air the sun will gladly peep,
Where he, worthily enshrined in space,

Worketh life, to life gives holy grace.
Ye, by toil on toil so sorely tried,

Comfort take, the All is purified;
And now man, as priest, may boldly dare

From the stone God's image to prepare.
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Limbs are supple, radiant is the night;
On the hearth when fire with ardour glows,

Ripe the sap of plants and creatures grows.
Dragging wood, with rapture be it done,

'Tis the seed of many an earthly sun;
Plucking Pambeh, gladly may ye say:--

This, as wick, the Holy will convey.
If ye meekly, in each burning lamp,

See the nobler light's resplendent stamp,
Ne'er will Fate prevent you, void of feeling,

At God's throne at morningtide from kneeling.
This is Being's mighty signet, then,

God's pure glass to angels and to men;
Each word lisped the Highest's praise to sound,

Ring in ring, united there is found.
From the shore of Senderud ascendeth,

Up to Darnawend its pinions bendeth,
As He dawns, with joy to greet His light,

You with endless blessings to requite.
1819.*

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XII. CHULD NAME.

BOOK OF PARADISE.
THE PRIVILEGED MEN.

AFTER THE BATTLE OF BADE, BENEATH THE CANOPY OF HEAVEN.
[This battle was fought in the second year of the Hegira (A.A.

623), between the followers of Mahomet, who numbered three
hundred and thirteen, possessing two horses and seventy camels,

and the 'idolaters,' or Meccans, whose forces amounted to nine
hundred and fifty, including two hundred cavalry. The victory

remained with Mahomet, who lost fourteen men, while seventy of
the enemy were slain. A great accession of strength ensued in

consequence to the Prophet, who pretended that miracles were
wrought in his behalf in the battle, God having sent angels to

fight on his side, and having also made his army to appear larger
to the enemy than it really was.--See the Koran, chapter viii.,

and ABULFEDA'S Life of Mahomet.]
MAHOMET (Speaks).

LET the foeman sorrow o'er his dead,
Ne'er will they return again to light;

O'er our brethren let no tear be shed,
For they dwell above yon spheres so bright.

All the seven planets open throw
All their metal doors with mighty shock,

And the forms of those we loved below
At the gates of Eden boldly knock.

There they find, with bliss ne'er dream'd before,
Glories that my flight first show'd to eye,

When the wondrous steed my person bore
In one second through the realms on high.

Wisdom's trees, in cypress-order growing,
High uphold the golden apples sweet;

Trees of life, their spreading shadows throwing,
Shade each blossoming plant, each flow'ry seat.

Now a balmy zephyr from the East
Brings the heavenly maidens to thy view;

With the eye thou now dost taste the feast,
Soon the sight pervades thee through and through.

There they stand, to ask thee thy career:
Mighty plans? or dangerous bloody rout?

Thou'rt a hero, know they,--for Thourt here,
What a hero?--This they'll fathom out.

By thy wounds soon clearly this is shown,
Wounds that write thy fame's undying story;

Wounds the true believer mark alone,
When have perish'd joy and earthly glory.

To chiosks and arbors thou art brought,
Fill'd with checkered marble columns bright;

To the noble grape-juice, solace-fraught,
They the guest with kindly sips invite.

Youth! Thou'rt welcome more than e'er was youth
All alike are radiant and serene;

When thou tak'st one to thine heart with truth,
Of thy band she'll be the friend and queen.

So prepare thee for this place of rest,
Never can it now be changed again;

Maids like these will ever make thee blest,
Wines like these will never harm thy brain.

1819.
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THE FAVOURED BEASTS.
Or beasts there have been chosen four

To come to Paradise,
And there with saints for evermore

They dwell in happy wise.
Amongst them all the Ass stands first;

He comes with joyous stride,
For to the Prophet-City erst

Did Jesus on him ride.
Half timid next a Wolf doth creep,

To whom Mahomet spake
"Spoil not the poor man of his sheep,

The rich man's thou mayst take."
And then the brave and faithful Hound,

Who by his master kept,
And slept with him the slumbers sound

The seven sleepers slept.
Abuherrira's Cat, too, here,

Purrs round his master blest,
For holy must the beast appear

The Prophet hath caress'd.
1815.

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THE SEVEN SLEEPERS.

Six among the courtiers favour'd
Fly before the Caesar's fury,

Who would as a god be worshipp'd,
Though in truth no god appearing,

For a fly prevents him ever
From enjoying food at table.

Though with fans his servants scare it,
They the fly can never banish.

It torments him, stings, and troubles,
And the festal board perplexes,

Then returning like the herald
Of the olden crafty Fly-God.

"What!"--the striplings say together--
"Shall a fly a god embarrass?

Shall a god drink, eat at table,
Like us mortals? No, the Only,

Who the sun and moon created,
And the glowing stars arch'd o'er us,

He is God,--we'll fly!"--The gentle,
Lightly shod, and dainty striplings

Did a shepherd meet, and hide them,
With himself, within a cavern.

And the sheep-dog will not leave them,--
Scared away, his foot all-mangled,

To his master still he presses,
And he joins the hidden party,

Joins the favorites of slumber.
And the prince, whom they had fled from,

Fondly-furious, thinks of vengeance,
And, discarding sword and fire,

Has them walled-up in the cavern,
Walled-up fast with bricks and mortar.

But the others slumber ever,
And the Angel, their protector,

Gives before God's throne this notice
"To the right and left alternate

Have I ever cared to turn them,
That their fair and youthful members

Be not by the mould-damp injured;
Clefts within the rocks I open'd,

That the sun may, rising, setting,
Keep their cheeks in youthful freshness."

So they lie there, bless'd by Heaven.
And, with forepaws sound and scatheless,

Sleeps the dog in gentle slumber.
Years come round, and years fly onward,

And the youths at length awaken,


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