Blend every thought, do all--but disunite! Once free, 'tis mine our horde again to guide; Friends to each other, foes to aught beside:[179] Yet there we follow but the bent assigned 910 By fatal Nature to man's warring kind:[gu] Mark! where his carnage and his conquests cease! He makes a solitude, and calls it--peace![gv][180] I like the rest must use my skill or strength, But ask no land beyond my sabre's length: Power sways but by division--her resource[gw] The blest alternative of fraud or force! Ours be the last; in time Deceit may come When cities cage us in a social home: There ev'n thy soul might err--how oft the heart 920 Corruption shakes which Peril could not part! And Woman, more than Man, when Death or Woe, Or even Disgrace, would lay her lover low, Sunk in the lap of Luxury will shame-- Away suspicion!--_not_ Zuleika's name! But life is hazard at the best; and here No more remains to win, and much to fear: Yes, fear!--the doubt, the dread of losing thee, By Osman's power, and Giaffir's stern decree. That dread shall vanish with the favouring gale, 930 Which Love to-night hath promised to my sail:[gx] No danger daunts the pair his smile hath blest, Their steps still roving, but their hearts at rest. With thee all toils are sweet, each clime hath charms; Earth--sea alike--our world within our arms! Aye--let the loud winds whistle o'er the deck,[181] So that those arms cling closer round my neck: The deepest murmur of this lip shall be,[gy][182] No sigh for safety, but a prayer for thee! The war of elements no fears impart 940 To Love, whose deadliest bane is human Art: _There_ lie the only rocks our course can check; _Here_ moments menace--_there_ are years of wreck! But hence ye thoughts that rise in Horror's shape! This hour bestows, or ever bars escape.[gz] Few words remain of mine my tale to close; Of thine but _one_ to waft us from our foes; Yea--foes--to me will Giaffir's hate decline? And is not Osman, who would part us, thine? XXI.