THE LAND OF THE EAST. 653 



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the revolution of July bear some other than bitter fruit. The evil 

 hitherto has been,, that whilst one liberal chief is struggling to trip up a 

 minister, and another endeavouring to overthrow the king, the poor 

 people, in whose name these struggles are going on, profits very little by 

 the whole affair. 



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THE LAND OF THE EAST. 

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Tis the land of the sun where the beauties are glowing, 



For he is the monarch of all that is there ; 

 On the creatures of earth, and of air, still bestowing, 

 The odours they yield, and the hues which they wear. 

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'Tis the land where the flowers their wild fragrance throwing, 

 Shed luxuriant perfume on the bosom of air, 

 And the breeze as it blows o'er, their beauties still glowing, 

 Will partake of the odour and sweetness they bear. 

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Where by day the bright radiance of our sun-beams are playing, 

 O'er gardens of roses, and fields of perfume, 



asrfo And by night the mild beams of the moonlight are stray ing^o omsTtxa 

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There, the note of the Bulbul soft music awaking ;i ,<ri'JW ^Jiuq^nxi: 

 In song, sweet and plaintive harmoniously flows, ,?,BW 3l .fn- 

 Like a strain of enchantment melodiously breaking^ lyjjoJ 'itti 

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Tis the region of odour, of flowers, and of light, 

 Where nature though drest in her loveliest hue, 

 By the sparkle of heaven, is less sunny and bright 

 Than the forms of its damsels which sparkle there too. 



'Tis the land where for ever fair nature reposes, 

 In charms full of life, as the hour of her prime, 

 But the heart which oft visits the valley of roses, 

 Will soon become soft as the air of its clime. 



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