"Where the shatter'd columns lie, Showing Carthage once had been, If the wandering Santon's eye Our mysterious rites hath seen,-- Oft he cons the prayer of death, To the nations preaches doom, 'Asrael's brand hath left the sheath! Moslems, think upon the tomb!' "Ours the scorpion, ours the snake, Ours the hydra of the fen, Ours the tiger of the brake, All that plagues the sons of men. Ours the tempest's midnight wrack, Pestilence that wastes by day-- Dread the race of Zaharak! Fear the spell of Dahomay!" Uncouth and strange the accents shrill Rung those vaulted roofs among, Long it was ere, faint and still, Died the far-resounding song. While yet the distant echoes roll, The Warrior communed with his soul. "When first I took this venturous quest, I swore upon the rood, Neither to stop, nor turn, nor rest, For evil or for good. My forward path too well I ween, Lies yonder fearful ranks between; For man unarm'd, 'tis bootless hope With tigers and with fiends to cope-- Yet, if I turn, what waits me there, Save famine dire and fell despair?-- Other conclusion let me try, Since, choose howe'er I list, I die. Forward, lies faith and knightly fame; Behind, are perjury and shame. In life or death I hold my word!" With that he drew his trusty sword, Caught down a banner from the wall, And enter'd thus the fearful hall. On high each wayward Maiden threw Her swarthy arm, with wild haloo! On either side a tiger sprung-- Against the leftward foe he flung The ready banner, to engage With tangling folds the brutal rage; The right-hand monster in mid air He struck so fiercely and so fair, Through gullet and through spinal bone The trenchant blade hath sheerly gone. His grisly brethren ramp'd and yell'd, But the slight leash their rage withheld, Whilst, 'twixt their ranks, the dangerous road Firmly, though swift, the champion strode. Safe to the gallery's bound he drew, Safe pass'd an open portal through; And when against pursuit he flung The gate, judge if the echoes rung! Onward his daring course he bore, While, mix'd with dying growl and roar, Wild jubilee and loud hurra Pursued him on his venturous way. "Hurra, hurra! Our watch is done! We hail once more the tropic sun. Pallid beams of northern day, Farewell, farewell! Hurra, hurra! "Five hundred years o'er this cold glen Hath the pale sun come round again; Foot of man, till now, hath ne'er Dared to cross the Hall of Fear. "Warrior! thou, whose dauntless heart Gives us from our ward to part. Be as strong in future trial, Where resistance is denial. "Now for Afric's glowing sky, Zwenga wide and Atlas high, Zaharak and Dahomay!---- Mount the winds! Hurra, hurra!"