Views Mecca in declining years.

II.

Blest he who sees pale Death await him

On Danube's ever glorious shore;

The girls of Paradise shall greet him,

And sorrows ne'er afflict him more.

III.

But he more blest, O beauteous Zarem!

Who quits the world and all its woes,

To clasp thy charms within the harem,

Thou lovelier than the unplucked rose!

They sing, but-where, alas! is Zarem,

Love's star, the glory of the harem?

Pallid and sad no praise she hears,

Deaf to all sounds of joy her ears,

Downcast with grief, her youthful form

Yields like the palm tree to the storm,

Fair Zarem's dreams of bliss are o'er,

Her loved Giray loves her no more!

He leaves thee! yet whose charms divine

Can equal, fair Grusinian! thine?

Shading thy brow, thy raven hair

Its lily fairness makes more fair;

Thine eyes of love appear more bright

Than noonday's beam, more dark than night;

Whose voice like thine can breathe of blisses,

Filling the heart with soft desire?

Like thine, ah! whose inflaming kisses

Can kindle passion's wildest fire?

Who that has felt thy twining arms

Could quit them for another's charms?

Yet cold, and passionless, and cruel,

Giray can thy vast love despise,

Passing the lonesome night in sighs

Heaved for another; fiercer fuel