Now, through the Haram chambers, moving lights And busy shapes proclaim the toilet’s rites. 50 Young AZIM roams bewilder’d,—nor can guess What means this maze of light and loneliness. 53 He sees a group of female forms advance. 59 “Poor maiden!” thought the youth, “if thou wert sent.” 62 Oh! could he listen to such sounds unmov’d, And by that light—nor dream of her he lov’d? 68 “Look up, my ZELICA—one moment show Those gentle eyes to me, that I may know.” 71 “Oh! curse me not,” she cried, as wild he toss’d His desperate hand tow’rds Heaven. 75 “Thy oath! thy oath!” 79 They saw a young Hindoo girl upon the bank 81 Whose are the gilded tents that crowd the way? 84 In vain he yells his desperate curses out. 90 For this alone exists—like lightning-fire, To speed one bolt of vengeance, and expire! 94 And they beheld an orb, ample and bright, Rise from the Holy Well. 98 And led her glittering forth before the eyes Of his rude train, as to a sacrifice. 102 And death and conflagration throughout all The desolate city hold high festival! 104 “There, ye wise Saints, behold your Light, your Star— Ye _would_ be dupes and victims, and ye _are_.” 109 He sprung and sunk, as the last words were said— Quick clos’d the burning waters o’er his head. 113 “And pray that He may pardon her,—may take Compassion on her soul for thy dear sake.” 117 For this the old man breath’d his thanks and died. 119 PARADISE AND THE PERI. ORNAMENTAL TITLE-PAGE 127 [Architectural details from Baghdad, &c.] The glorious Angel, who was keeping The gates of Light, beheld her weeping. 129 ⸺She caught the last— Last glorious drop his heart had shed. 135 Like their good angel, calmly keeping Watch o’er them till their souls would waken. 143 Then swift his haggard brow he turn’d To the fair child, who fearless sat. 148 Blest tears of soul-felt penitence! 151 And now—behold him kneeling there By the child’s side, in humble prayer. 152 “Joy, joy for ever!—my task is done.” 154 THE FIRE WORSHIPPERS.