246 LOVE. 



Where the pale stranger dares not come, 

 Proud o'er my native sands I rove ; 



An Arab tent my only home, 

 An Arab maid my only love ! 



Here Freedom dwells without a fear 

 Coy to the world, she loves the wild. 



Who ever brings a fetter here, 

 To chain the desert's fiery child ? 



What though the Frank may name with scorn 

 Our barren clime, our realm of sand ? 



There were our thousand fathers born 

 Oh, who would scorn his father's land ? 



It is not sands that form a waste, 



Nor laughing fields a happy clime ; 



The spot, the most by Freedom graced, 

 Is where man feels the most sublime ! 



"Away away, my barb and I," 

 As free as wave, as fleet as wind, 



We sweep the sands of Araby, 

 And leave a world of slaves behind ! 



EOVE. 



nil Love ' what may thine emblem be ? 



Thine is the Sybil's branch of gold ; 

 W Inch gives us even on Karth to see 



Klysium's glittering gates unfold : 

 And thine the foot of elfin power. 



Whose touch can make the spirit glow, 

 Like the green ring that gems the moor, 



An emerald in a waste of woe. 



Such art thou when thy path is sweH, 



And leads o'er Hope's delicious plain 

 When youthful hearts in music meet, 



As summer winds the warbling main : 

 Such is thy power when thou dost come 



With wing of light and breath of flov 

 And waken in thy votary's home, 



The lyre that rung in Eden's bowers. 



Hut Ah ! far darker powers are thine 



To bid fond hearts in vain to glow, 

 No rose to bloom, no ray to shine, 



And lay young Hope in ruin low ! 

 O baffled Love! thine are the hues 



That shroud in gloom the inarch of years.; 

 And, as the glow-worm lights the dews, 



Thou glimmerest on the dark heart's tears. 



l)t>n<x of CostrrJit. 



