"A suitor not to be denied;

Hope, hope alone my soul sustains;

Long have I happiness enjoyed,

And lived from sorrow free and care,

But now, alas! a prey to pains

And terrors, Princess hear my prayer,

Oh! listen, or I am destroyed!

Not here beheld I first the light,

Far hence my native land, but yet

Alas! I never can forget

Objects once precious to my sight;

Well I remember towering mountains,

Snow-ridged, replete with boiling fountains,

Woods pervious scarce to wolf or deer,

Nor faith, nor manners such as here;

But, by what cruel fate o'ercome,

How I was snatched, or when, from home

I know not,--well the heaving ocean

Do I remember, and its roar,

But, ah! my heart such wild commotion

As shakes it now ne'er felt before.

I in the harem's quiet bloomed,

Tranquil myself, waiting, alas!

With willing heart what love had doomed;

Its secret wishes came to pass:

Giray his peaceful harem sought,

For feats of war no longer burned,

Nor, pleased, upon its horrors thought,

To these fair scenes again returned.

"Before the Khan with bosoms beating

We stood, timid my eyes I raised,

When suddenly our glances meeting,

I drank in rapture as I gazed;