“Save him, my God!” she inly cries— “Save him this night—and if thine eyes “Have ever welcom’d with delight “The sinner’s tears, the sacrifice “Of sinners’ hearts—guard him this night, “And here, before thy throne, I swear “From my heart’s inmost core to tear “Love, hope, remembrance, though they be “Link’d with each quivering life-string there, “And give it bleeding all to Thee! “Let him but live,—the burning tear, “The sighs, so sinful, yet so dear, “Which have been all too much his own, “Shall from this hour be Heaven’s alone. “Youth pass’d in penitence, and age “In long and painful pilgrimage, “Shall leave no traces of the flame “That wastes me now—nor shall his name “E’er bless my lips, but when I pray “For his dear spirit, that away “Casting from its angelic ray “The’ eclipse of earth, he, too, may shine “Redeem’d, all glorious and all Thine! “Think—think what victory to win “One radiant soul like his from sin,— “One wandering star of virtue back “To its own native, heaven-ward track! “Let him but live, and both are Thine, “Together Thine—for, blest or crost, “Living or dead, his doom is mine, “And, if _he_ perish, both are lost!” ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The next evening LALLA ROOKH was entreated by her Ladies to continue the relation of her wonderful dream; but the fearful interest that hung round the fate of HINDA and her lover had completely removed every trace of it from her mind;—much to the disappointment of a fair seer or two in her train, who prided themselves on their skill in interpreting visions, and who had already remarked, as an unlucky omen, that the Princess, on the very morning after the dream, had worn a silk dyed with the blossoms of the sorrowful tree, Nilica.[284] FADLADEEN, whose indignation had more than once broken out during the recital of some parts of this heterodox poem, seemed at length to have made up his mind to the infliction; and took his seat this evening with all the patience of a martyr, while the Poet resumed his profane and seditious story as follows:— ------------------------------------------------------------------------ To tearless eyes and hearts at ease The leafy shores and sun-bright seas, That lay beneath that mountain’s height, Had been a fair enchanting sight. ’Twas one of those ambrosial eves A day of storm so often leaves At its calm setting—when the West Opens her golden bowers of rest, And a moist radiance from the skies Shoots trembling down, as from the eyes Of some meek penitent, whose last Bright hours atone for dark ones past, And whose sweet tears, o’er wrong forgiven, Shine, as they fall, with light from heaven!