"Yes I am of that outcast few, "To IRAN and to vengeance true, "And swear, before God's burning eye, "To break our country's chains, or die! 66 Thy bigot sire,nay, tremble not,— 66 He, who gave birth to those dear eyes, "With me is sacred as the spot "From which our fires of worship rise! 66 When, from my watch-boat on the sea, "I caught this turret's glimmering light, to the sun or fire, in any of its operations, but consider it as a purely passive blind instrument, directed and governed by the immediate impression on it of the will of God; but they do not even give that luminary, all-glorious as it is, more than the second rank amongst his works, reserving the first for that stupendous production of divine power, the mind of man."- Grose. The false charges brought against the religion of these people by their Mussulman tyrants is but one proof among many of the truth of this writer's remark, that "calumny is often added to oppression, if but for the sake of justifying it." "Rush'd to my prey-thou know'st the rest"I climb'd the gory vulture's nest, "And found a trembling dove within; "Thine, thine the victory-thine the sin— "If Love hath made one thought his own, "That Vengeance claims first-last-alone! "Oh! had we never, never met, "Or could this heart ev'n now forget "How link'd, how bless'd we might have been, "Had fate not frown'd so dark between! "Hadst thou been born a Persian maid, 66 66 "In neighbouring valleys had we dwelt, Through the same fields in childhood play'd, "At the same kindling altar knelt,— Then, then, while all those nameless ties, "In which the charm of Country lies, "Had round our hearts been hourly spun, "While the wrong'd Spirit of our Land "Liv'd, look'd, and spoke her wrongs through thee, "God! who could then this sword withstand? "Its very flash were victory! "But now-estrang'd, divorc'd for ever, "Far as the grasp of Fate can sever; "Our only ties what love has wove, "In faith, friends, country, sunder'd wide; "And then, then only, true to love, 66 66 "When false to all that's dear beside! Thy father IRAN's deadliest foe Thyself, perhaps, ev'n now but no"Hate never look'd so lovely yet! "No-sacred to thy soul will be "The land of him who could forget. "All but that bleeding land for thee. "When other eyes shall see, unmov'd, "Her widows mourn, her warriors fall, "Thou'lt think how well one Gheber lov'd, "And for his sake thou'lt weep for all! "But look |