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<head>471. Robert Southey to <ref target="people.html#WynnCharlesWW">Charles Watkin
                        Williams Wynn</ref>, <date when="1799-12-31">[c. late
                        December 1799]</date>
<note place="foot" resp="editors" type="headnote">MS:
                        National Library of Wales, MS
                        4819E<lb/>Unpublished.<lb/>Dating note: Southey’s letter
                        to Wynn, 16 January 1800 (Letter 478), is a reply to
                        Wynn’s comments on the draft of Book 1 of ‘Thalaba’
                        contained in this letter. The letter, therefore, was
                        probably sent to Wynn as a Christmas or New Year gift in
                        late December 1799.</note>
</head>
<p rend="indent4"> Thalaba the Destroyer</p>
<p rend="indent5"> ______</p>
<p rend="indent5"> Book. I.</p>
<p rend="indent5"> ______</p>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent4"> How beautiful is night!</l>
<l rend="indent3"> A dewy freshness fills the silent
                        air.</l>
<l rend="indent4"> No mist obscures, no little cloud</l>
<l rend="indent4"> Breaks the whole serene of heaven,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> In full-orbd glory the majestic Moon</l>
<l rend="indent4"> Rolls thro its dark-blue depths.</l>
<l rend="indent4"> Beneath her steady ray</l>
<l rend="indent4"> The Desert spreads around</l>
<l rend="indent3"> Sky-girded like the circle of the
                        seas.</l>
<l rend="indent4"> How beautiful is night!</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent4"> Who at this untimely hour</l>
<l rend="indent4"> Wanders oer the desert sands?</l>
<l rend="indent4"> No station is in view,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> No palm-grove islanded amid the
                        waste.</l>
<l rend="indent4"> The Mother &amp; her Child,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> The Widow &amp; the Orphan at this
                        hour</l>
<l rend="indent4"> Wander oer the desert sands.</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent5"> Alas, the setting Sun</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Saw Zeinab in her bliss</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Hodeirahs wife belovd.</l>
<l rend="indent4"> Night heard Hodeirahs groan of death.</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Alas, the wife belovd,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> The fruitful mother late,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> Whom when the daughters of Arabia
                        nam’d</l>
<l rend="indent5"> They wishd their lot like hers,</l>
<l rend="indent4"> She wanders oer the desert sands</l>
<l rend="indent5"> A wretched widow now, –</l>
<l rend="indent3"> The fruitful mother of so fair a race</l>
<l rend="indent5"> With one alone preservd</l>
<l rend="indent4"> She wanders oer the wilderness.</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent3"> No tear relievd the burthen of her
                        soul</l>
<l rend="indent3"> Her swelling heart; – stunnd with the
                        heavy blow,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> The overpowering ill, she felt like
                        one</l>
<l rend="indent3"> Half-wakend from a midnight dream of
                        blood.</l>
<l rend="indent5"> But sometimes when her boy,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Wetting her hand with tears,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Attempted to console,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> She gave a feeble groan.</l>
<l rend="indent3"> At length collecting Zeinab turnd her
                        eyes</l>
<l rend="indent3"> To Heaven, exclaiming “praised be the
                        Lord,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “He gave – he takes away, –</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “The Lord our God is good!”</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent5"> “Good, is he?” cried the boy,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> “Why are my brethren &amp; my sisters
                        slain?</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “Why is my father dead?</l>
<l rend="indent4"> “Did ever we neglect our prayers,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> “Or ever lift a hand unclean to
                        Heaven?</l>
<l rend="indent4"> “Did ever stranger from our tent</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “Unwelcom’d, turn away?</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “Mother! he is not good!”</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent3"> Then Zeinab beat her breast in agony</l>
<l rend="indent4"> “O God! forgive my child</l>
<l rend="indent4"> “He knows not what he says!</l>
<l rend="indent3"> Thou knowst I did not teach him thoughts
                        like these,</l>
<l rend="indent4"> “O Prophet pardon him!”</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent3"> She had not wept till that relieving
                        prayer,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> The fountains of her eyes were opened
                        then</l>
<l rend="indent4"> And tears relievd her heart.</l>
<l rend="indent3"> She raisd her swimming eyes to Heaven</l>
<l rend="indent4"> “Allah thy will be done!</l>
<l rend="indent3"> “Beneath the dispensation of thy
                        wrath</l>
<l rend="indent4"> “I groan – but murmur not.</l>
<l rend="indent4"> “In the tremendous day</l>
<l rend="indent3"> “Thou wilt remember my resigned soul</l>
<l rend="indent3"> “And I shall understand how
                        profitable</l>
<l rend="indent4"> “It is to suffer now!”</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent3"> Young Thalaba in silence heard
                        reproof,</l>
<l rend="indent4"> His brow in manly frowns was knit,</l>
<l rend="indent4"> With manly thoughts his heart was
                        full.</l>
<l rend="indent3"> “Tell me who slew my father?” he
                        exclaimd.</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Zeinab replied &amp; said,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> “I knew not that there livd thy fathers
                        foe!</l>
<l rend="indent4"> “The blessings of the poor for him</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “Went daily up to Heaven, –</l>
<l rend="indent3"> “In distant lands the Traveller told his
                        praise.</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “I did not think there lived</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “Hodeirahs enemy!”</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent5"> “Who then shall take revenge?”</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Young Thalaba exclaimd.</l>
<l rend="indent4"> “But I will hunt him thro the earth –</l>
<l rend="indent3"> “Already I can bend my fathers bow,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “Soon will my arm have strength</l>
<l rend="indent3"> “To dip the arrow-feathers in his
                        heart.”</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent3"> Zeinab replied, “O Thalaba my child.</l>
<l rend="indent4"> “Thou lookest on to distant days,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> “And we are in the desert, far from
                        men!”</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent3"> Not <del rend="strikethrough">that</del>
                        till that moment her afflicted heart</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Had leisure for the thought.</l>
<l rend="indent5"> She cast her eyes around, –</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Alas! no tents were seen</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Beside the bending sands,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> No palm-tree rose to spot the
                        wilderness.</l>
<l rend="indent5"> The dark blue sky closd round</l>
<l rend="indent5"> And nested like a dome</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Upon the circling waste.</l>
<l rend="indent5"> She cast her eyes around –</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Famine &amp; Thirst were there –</l>
<l rend="indent4"> Then the Mother bowd her head</l>
<l rend="indent5"> And wept upon her child.</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent5"> Sudden a cry of wonder</l>
<l rend="indent5"> From Thalaba arousd her.</l>
<l rend="indent5"> She raisd her head &amp; saw,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Amid an ancient grove</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Trees of whose giant size</l>
<l rend="indent3"> The happy hills of Yemen could not
                        boast,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> Where high in air a stately palace
                        rose.</l>
<l rend="indent5"> The mighty Pyramids,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> That mock the power of Time,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> That mock the memory of man,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> With that prodigious fabric could not
                        vie.</l>
<l rend="indent4"> Here studding azure tablatures,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> And rayed with feeble light,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> Star-like the ruby &amp; the diamond
                        shone.</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Here on the golden towers</l>
<l rend="indent5"> The yellower moonbeam <del rend="strikethrough">lays</del> lies,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> Here with white splendour floods the
                        silver wall.</l>
<l rend="indent3"> Less wondrous pile &amp; less
                        magnificent</l>
<l rend="indent3"> Sennamar built at Hirah, tho his art</l>
<l rend="indent3"> Seald with one stone the ample
                        edifice,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> And made its colours, like the serpent
                        skin,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> Play with a changeful beauty, him, its
                        Lord</l>
<l rend="indent3"> Jealous lest after effort might
                        surpass</l>
<l rend="indent3"> The now unequalld palace, from its
                        height</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Dashd on the pavement down.</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent4"> They enterd &amp; thro aromatic paths</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Wondering they went along.</l>
<l rend="indent4"> At length upon a mossy bank,</l>
<l rend="indent4"> Beneath a broad Mimosa’s shade</l>
<l rend="indent3"> That oer him bent its living canopy,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> An aged man they saw.</l>
<l rend="indent5"> He slept – but at the sound</l>
<l rend="indent3"> Of coming feet, awakening, fixd his
                        eyes</l>
<l rend="indent3"> In wonder on the wanderer &amp; her
                        child.</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “Forgive us!” Zeinab cried,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “Distress hath made us bold.</l>
<l rend="indent3"> “The widow &amp; the fatherless are
                        we!</l>
<l rend="indent4"> “Allah to those who succour them</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “Hath promised paradise.”</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent4"> The Old Man heard &amp; lookd to Heaven </l>
<l rend="indent5"> And tears ran down his cheeks.</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “It is a human voice!</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “I thank thee O my God!</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “How many an age has past</l>
<l rend="indent4"> “Since those sweet sounds have visited my
                        ear!</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “I thank thee O my God –</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “It is a human voice!”</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent4"> To Zeinab turning then he cried</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “O mortal who art thou</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “Whose gifted eyes have pierced</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “The veil invisible</l>
<l rend="indent3"> “That for so many an age hath hid these
                        bowers</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “From eye of mortal man?</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “For countless years have past,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “And never foot of man</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “The bowers of Irem trod,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> “Save only I, – a miserable wretch!</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “From Heaven &amp; Earth shut out.”</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent5"> Fearless &amp; scarce surpriz’d</l>
<l rend="indent5"> For grief in Zeinabs soul</l>
<l rend="indent3"> All other feebler feelings
                        overpowerd.</l>
<l rend="indent5"> She answerd, “yesterday</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “I was a wife belovd,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> “The envied mother of a numerous
                        race.</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “I am a widow now,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> “Of all my offspring this alone is
                        left!</l>
<l rend="indent4"> “Praise to the Lord our God!</l>
<l rend="indent4"> “He gave, he takes away!”</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent3"> The Old Man answerd, “not by Heaven
                        unseen,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “Nor with unguided feet</l>
<l rend="indent4"> “Thy steps have reachd this secret
                        place.</l>
<l rend="indent4"> “Nor for light purpose is the veil</l>
<l rend="indent3"> “That from the Universe hath long shut
                        out</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “These ancient bowers, withdrawn.</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “O Mortal hear my words,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “And when amid the world</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “Thou shalt emerge again</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “Repeat them to the multitude.</l>
<l rend="indent4"> “Happy they who timely learn</l>
<l rend="indent4"> “From others errors to be wise.</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent4"> The Paradise of Irem this,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> And that the palace pile</l>
<l rend="indent5"> That Shedad built, the King.</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent4"> Alas! in the days of my youth,</l>
<l rend="indent4"> The hum of the populous world</l>
<l rend="indent4"> Was heard in yon wilderness waste!</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Oer all the winding sands</l>
<l rend="indent5"> The tents of Ad were pitchd.</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Happy Al Ahkaf then!</l>
<l rend="indent4"> For many &amp; brave were her sons,</l>
<l rend="indent4"> Her daughters were many &amp; fair.</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent5"> My name was Aswad then –</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Alas! alas! how strange</l>
<l rend="indent5"> The sound so long unheard!</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Of noble race I came,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> One of the wealthy of the earth, my
                        sire.</l>
<l rend="indent3"> An hundred horses in my fathers
                        stalls</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Stood ready for his will,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Numerous his robes of silk,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> The number of his camels was not
                        known.</l>
<l rend="indent5"> These were my heritance,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Allah! thy gifts were these!</l>
<l rend="indent3"> But better had it been for Aswads
                        soul</l>
<l rend="indent5"> To have askd alms on earth</l>
<l rend="indent3"> And beggd the crumbs that from his table
                        fell,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> So he had known thy word!</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent4"> Boy! who hast reachd this solitude</l>
<l rend="indent4"> Fear thy Lord in the days of thy
                        youth!</l>
<l rend="indent5"> My knee was never taught</l>
<l rend="indent5"> To bend before my God.</l>
<l rend="indent5"> My voice was never taught</l>
<l rend="indent5"> To shape one holy prayer.</l>
<l rend="indent4"> We worshippd idols, wood &amp; stone,</l>
<l rend="indent4"> The work of our own foolish hands</l>
<l rend="indent4"> We worshippd in our foolishness.</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Vainly the Prophets voice</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Its frequent warning rais’d</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “Repent &amp; be forgiven!”</l>
<l rend="indent4"> We mockd the messenger of God –</l>
<l rend="indent5"> We mockd the righteous Lord.</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent3"> A mighty work the pride of Shedad
                        plannd,</l>
<l rend="indent4"> Here in the wilderness to form</l>
<l rend="indent4"> A garden more surpassing fair</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Than that before whose gate,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> The lightning of the Cherubs fiery
                        sword</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Waves wide to bar across</l>
<l rend="indent3"> Since Adam, the transgressor, thence was
                        driven</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Here too would Shedad build</l>
<l rend="indent5"> A kingly pile sublime,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> The Palace of his pride.</l>
<l rend="indent5"> For this exhausted mines</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Supplied their golden store,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> For this the central caverns gave their
                        gems.</l>
<l rend="indent5"> For this the woodmans axe</l>
<l rend="indent3"> Opend the cedar forest to the Sun;</l>
<l rend="indent5"> The silkworm of the East</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Spun her sepulchral egg;</l>
<l rend="indent5"> The hunter African</l>
<l rend="indent3"> Provokd the danger of the Elephants
                        rage;</l>
<l rend="indent5"> The Ethiop keen of scent</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Detects the ebony,</l>
<l rend="indent4"> That deep inearthd, &amp; hating
                        light,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> A leafless tree, &amp; barren of all
                        fruit,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> With darkness feeds her boughs of raven
                        grain.</l>
<l rend="indent3"> Such were the treasures lavishd on yon
                        pile! –</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Ages have past away</l>
<l rend="indent5"> And never mortal eye</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Gazed on their vanity!</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent3"> The Garden, – Nature had with copious
                        springs</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Blest that delightful spot;</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Hither all trees were brought</l>
<l rend="indent5"> That bend with luscious fruit,</l>
<l rend="indent4"> And every flower was planted here</l>
<l rend="indent4"> That makes the gale of evening sweet.</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Here frequent in the walks</l>
<l rend="indent5"> The marble statue stood</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Of Heroes &amp; of Kings, –</l>
<l rend="indent5"> The trees &amp; flowers remain</l>
<l rend="indent3"> By Natures care perpetuate, &amp; self
                        sown;</l>
<l rend="indent3"> The marble statues long have lost all
                        trace</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Of Heroes &amp; of Kings, –</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Huge shapeless stones they lie</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Oergrown with many a flower.</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent5"> The work of pride went on.</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Often the Prophets voice</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Denouncd impending woe;</l>
<l rend="indent4"> We mockd at the words of the Seer,</l>
<l rend="indent4"> We mockd at the wrath of the Lord.</l>
<l rend="indent3"> A long continued drought first woke our
                        dread;</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Three years no cloud had formd,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Three years no rain had falln;</l>
<l rend="indent5"> The wholesome herb was dry,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> The corn matured not for the food of
                        man,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> The wells &amp; fountains faild.</l>
<l rend="indent4"> To idols we applied for aid.</l>
<l rend="indent4"> Sakia we invokd for rain,</l>
<l rend="indent4"> We calld on Razeka for food.</l>
<l rend="indent3"> They did not hear our prayers – they
                        could not hear!</l>
<l rend="indent5"> No cloud appeard in Heaven,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> No nightly dews came down.</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent3"> Then to the Place of Concourse messengers </l>
<l rend="indent3"> Were sent, to Mecca, where the nations
                        came</l>
<l rend="indent3"> Round the red hillock kneeling to
                        implore</l>
<l rend="indent5"> God in his favourd place.</l>
<l rend="indent5"> We sent to call on God,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> Ah fools! unthinking that from all the
                        earth</l>
<l rend="indent5"> The heart ascends to him!</l>
<l rend="indent5"> We sent to call on God,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Ah fools! to think the Lord</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Would hear their prayers abroad</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Who made no prayers at home;</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent4"> Meantime the work of pride went on,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> And still before our Idols, wood &amp;
                        stone,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> We bowd the impious knee.</l>
<l rend="indent3"> “Turn men of Ad, &amp; call upon your
                        God!”</l>
<l rend="indent5"> The Prophet Houd exclaimd.</l>
<l rend="indent4"> “Turn men of Ad, &amp; look to Heaven</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “And fly the wrath to come!”</l>
<l rend="indent5"> We mockd the Prophets words,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “Now dost thou dream old man?</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “Or art thou drunk with wine.</l>
<l rend="indent4"> “Future woe &amp; wrath to come</l>
<l rend="indent4"> “Still thy prudent voice forebodes</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “When it comes will we believe,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “Till it comes we will go on</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “In the way our fathers went.</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “Now are thy words from God?</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “Or dost thou dream old man,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “Or art thou drunk with wine?</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent5"> So spake the stubborn race,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> The unbelieving ones.</l>
<l rend="indent3"> I too of stubborn, unbelieving heart</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Heard him &amp; heeded not.</l>
<l rend="indent3"> It chanced my father went the way of
                        man,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> He perishd in his sins.</l>
<l rend="indent4"> The funeral rites were duly paid,</l>
<l rend="indent4"> We bound a Camel to his grave,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> And left it there to die,</l>
<l rend="indent4"> So if the Resurrection came</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Together they might rise.</l>
<l rend="indent5"> I past my fathers grave,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> I heard the Camel moan,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> It was his favourite beast,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> One that carried me in infancy,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> The first that, by myself, I learnt to
                        mount.</l>
<l rend="indent3"> Her limbs were lean with famine, &amp;
                        her eyes</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Lookd ghastlily with want.</l>
<l rend="indent5"> She knew me as I past,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> She stared me in the face. –</l>
<l rend="indent3"> My heart was touchd – had it been human
                        else?</l>
<l rend="indent3"> I thought no eye was near, &amp; broke
                        her bonds,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> And drove her forth to liberty &amp;
                        life.</l>
<l rend="indent5"> The Prophet Houd beheld.</l>
<l rend="indent5"> He lifted up his voice,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “Blessed art thou, young man,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> “Blessed art thou O Aswad for the
                        deed!</l>
<l rend="indent4"> “In the day of visitation,</l>
<l rend="indent4"> “In the fearful hour of judgement,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “God will remember thee!”</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent3"> The day of visitation was at hand –</l>
<l rend="indent3"> The fearful hour of judgement hastend
                        on!</l>
<l rend="indent4"> Lo! Shedads mighty pile compleat,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> The palace of his pride.</l>
<l rend="indent4"> And now the Kings command went forth</l>
<l rend="indent3"> Among the people, bidding old &amp;
                        young,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> Husband &amp; wife, the master &amp; the
                        slave</l>
<l rend="indent3"> All the collected multitudes of Ad</l>
<l rend="indent3"> Here to repair &amp; hold high
                        festival,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> That he might see his people, they
                        behold</l>
<l rend="indent4"> Their Kings magnificence &amp; power.</l>
<l rend="indent4"> The day of festival arrived,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> Hither they came, the old man &amp; the
                        boy,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> Husband &amp; wife, the master &amp; the
                        slave,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> All the collected multitudes of Ad,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> Hither they came. From yonder high tower
                        top,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> The loftiest of the palace, Shedad
                        lookd</l>
<l rend="indent3"> Down on <del rend="strikethrough">his
                            people</del> the tribe. their tents on yonder
                        sands</l>
<l rend="indent3"> Rose like the countless billows of the
                        sea,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> Their tread &amp; voices like the ocean
                        roar</l>
<l rend="indent3"> One deep confusion of tumultuous
                        sound.</l>
<l rend="indent3"> They saw their Kings magnificence,
                        beheld</l>
<l rend="indent3"> His palace sparkling like the Angel
                        domes</l>
<l rend="indent3"> Of Paradise, his garden like the
                        bowers</l>
<l rend="indent3"> Of early Eden, &amp; they shouted
                        forth</l>
<l rend="indent3"> “Great is the King, a God upon the
                        earth!”</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent4"> Intoxicate with joy &amp; pride</l>
<l rend="indent5"> He heard their blasphemies,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> And in his wantonness of heart, he
                        bade</l>
<l rend="indent5"> The Prophet Houd be brought,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> And oer the marble courts,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> And oer the gorgeous rooms</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Glittering with gems &amp; gold</l>
<l rend="indent5"> He led the man of God.</l>
<l rend="indent4"> “Is not this a stately pile?”</l>
<l rend="indent4"> Cried the Monarch in his pride,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “Hath ever eye beheld.</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “Hath ever heart conceived</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “Pile more magnificent?</l>
<l rend="indent3"> “Houd! they say that Heaven imparted</l>
<l rend="indent3"> “To thy lips the words of wisdom, –</l>
<l rend="indent4"> “Look at the riches round,</l>
<l rend="indent4"> “And value them aright!”</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent3"> The Prophet heard his vaunts, &amp; with
                        a smile</l>
<l rend="indent3"> More awful than a frown of wrath had
                        been,</l>
<l rend="indent4"> “Costly the pile,” he cried, “O King!</l>
<l rend="indent4"> “But only in the hour of death</l>
<l rend="indent3"> “Man learns to value things like these
                        aright.</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent5"> “Hast thou a fault to find</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “In all thine eyes have seen?”</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Again the King exclaimd.</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “Yes, said the Man of God –</l>
<l rend="indent3"> “The walls are weak, the building ill
                        secur’d.</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “Azrael can enter in, –</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “The Sarsar can pierce thro – </l>
<l rend="indent5"> “The icy wind of Death!”</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent3"> I was beside the Monarch as he spake,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Gentle the Prophet spake,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> But in his eye there dwelt</l>
<l rend="indent3"> A sorrow that disturbd me while I
                        gazd</l>
<l rend="indent4"> The countenance of Shedad fell,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> And anger sate upon his paler lips.</l>
<l rend="indent3"> He to the high tower top the Prophet
                        led,</l>
<l rend="indent4"> And pointed to the multitude,</l>
<l rend="indent4"> And as again they shouted forth</l>
<l rend="indent3"> “Great is the King, a God upon the
                        earth!</l>
<l rend="indent4"> Turnd with a threatful smile to Houd</l>
<l rend="indent3"> “Say they aright O Prophet? is the
                        King</l>
<l rend="indent3"> “Great upon earth, – a God among
                        mankind</l>
<l rend="indent5"> The Prophet answerd not,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> His eye rolld round the infinite
                        multitude</l>
<l rend="indent5"> And into tears he burst.</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent5"> Sudden an uproar rose,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> A cry of joy below –</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “Kail from Mecca comes –</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “he brings the boon obtaind</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent3"> Forth as we went, we saw where
                        overhead</l>
<l rend="indent5"> There hung a deep black cloud,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> On which the multitude </l>
<l rend="indent5"> With joyful eyes lookd up</l>
<l rend="indent5"> And blest the coming rain.</l>
<l rend="indent4"> The Messenger addrest the King</l>
<l rend="indent5"> And told his tale of joy.</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent5"> “To Mecca I repaird,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “By the red hillock knelt,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “And calld on God for rain.</l>
<l rend="indent4"> My prayer ascended &amp; was heard.</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “Three clouds appeard in heaven</l>
<l rend="indent3"> “One white &amp; like the flying cloud of
                        moon,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> “One red as it had drunk the evening
                        beams,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> “One black &amp; heavy with its load of
                        rain.</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “A voice went forth from heaven</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “Chuse, Kaïl of the three!”</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “I thankd the gracious Power,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> “And chose the black cloud, heavy with
                        its wealth.”</l>
<l rend="indent4"> “Right! right!” a thousand tongues
                        exclaimd</l>
<l rend="indent4"> And all was merriment &amp; joy.</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent4"> Then Houd lookd up &amp; cried</l>
<l rend="indent3"> “A little while O God.’ suspend thy
                        wrath</l>
<l rend="indent4"> “That from this miserable place</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “I &amp; the righteous few</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “In safety may go forth!”</l>
<l rend="indent3"> He said &amp; followed by the righteous
                        few</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Hastened from Irem fast.</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent5"> They went, &amp; darker grew</l>
<l rend="indent5"> The deepening cloud above.</l>
<l rend="indent3"> At length it opend – &amp; O God! O
                        God!</l>
<l rend="indent5"> There were no waters there –</l>
<l rend="indent5"> There fell no kindly rain –</l>
<l rend="indent4"> The Sarsar from its womb went forth,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> The icy wind of Death!</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent3"> They fell around me – thousands fell
                        around –</l>
<l rend="indent4"> The King &amp; all his people fell –</l>
<l rend="indent5"> All – all – they perished all –</l>
<l rend="indent5"> I – only I – was left!</l>
<l rend="indent4"> There came a voice to me &amp; said</l>
<l rend="indent4"> “In the day of visitation,</l>
<l rend="indent4"> “In the fearful hour of judgement –</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “God hath rememberd thee!”</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent3"> When from an agony of prayer I rose</l>
<l rend="indent5"> And from the scene of death</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Attempted to go forth,</l>
<l rend="indent4"> The way was open, I beheld </l>
<l rend="indent5"> No barrier to my steps –</l>
<l rend="indent4"> But round these bowers the arm of God</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Had drawn a mighty chain,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> A barrier that no human force might
                        break.</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Twice I essayd to pass,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> With that the Voice was heard</l>
<l rend="indent3"> “O Aswad be content &amp; bless the
                        Lord!</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “One righteous deed hath saved </l>
<l rend="indent5"> “Thy soul from utter death.</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “O Aswad, sinful man!</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “When by long penitence</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “Thou feelst thy soul prepard</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “Breathe up the wish to die,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> “And Azrael comes, obedient to the
                        prayer!”</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent5"> A miserable man</l>
<l rend="indent5"> From earth &amp; heaven shut out</l>
<l rend="indent5"> I heard the dreadful voice.</l>
<l rend="indent4"> I lookd around my prison place,</l>
<l rend="indent4"> The bodies of the dead were there,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Whereer I lookd, they lay,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> They moulderd, moulderd here,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> Their very bones have crumbled into
                        dust,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> So many years hath past.</l>
<l rend="indent3"> So many weary ages are gone by, –</l>
<l rend="indent5"> And still I linger here!</l>
<l rend="indent3"> Still groaning with the burthen of my
                        sins,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Have never dard to breathe</l>
<l rend="indent5"> The prayer to be releast.</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent3"> Oh! who can tell the unspeakable
                        misery</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Of solitude like this.</l>
<l rend="indent4"> No sound hath ever reachd my ear,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Save of the passing wind;</l>
<l rend="indent4"> The fountains everlasting flow –</l>
<l rend="indent5"> The forest in the gale,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> The pattering of the shower</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Sounds dead &amp; mournful all!</l>
<l rend="indent4"> No bird hath ever closd her wing</l>
<l rend="indent4"> Upon these solitary bowers.</l>
<l rend="indent3"> No insect sweetly buzzd amid these
                        groves,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> From all things that have life,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Save only one, conceald.</l>
<l rend="indent4"> This Tree alone that oer my head</l>
<l rend="indent4"> Hangs down its hospitable boughs</l>
<l rend="indent5"> And bends its whispering leaves</l>
<l rend="indent5"> As tho to welcome me,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Seems to partake of life –</l>
<l rend="indent3"> I love it as my friend – my only
                        friend!</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent3"> I know not for what ages I have
                        draggd</l>
<l rend="indent5"> This miserable life,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> How often I have seen</l>
<l rend="indent5"> These ancient trees renewd,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> What countless generations of
                        mankind,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Have risen &amp; falln asleep,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> And I remain the same!</l>
<l rend="indent4"> My garment hath waxed not old,</l>
<l rend="indent4"> The sole of my shoe is not worn.</l>
<l rend="indent4"> I dare not breathe the prayer to die,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> O merciful Lord God!</l>
<l rend="indent5"> But when it is thy will,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> But when I have atoned</l>
<l rend="indent5"> For mine iniquities,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> And sufferings have made pure</l>
<l rend="indent5"> My soul with sin defild,</l>
<l rend="indent4"> Release me in thine own good time!</l>
<l rend="indent3"> I will not cease to praise thee O my
                        God</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent3"> Silence ensued awhile, then Zeinab
                        cried</l>
<l rend="indent3"> “Blessed art thou O Aswad! for the
                        Lord</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “Who savd thy soul from Hell</l>
<l rend="indent3"> “Will call thee to him in his own good
                        time!</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “And would that when my heart</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “Breathd up its wish to die,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “Azrael might visit me!</l>
<l rend="indent3"> “Then would I follow where my babes are
                        gone,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “And join Hodeirah now!”</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent4"> She ceasd – &amp; the rushing of
                        wings</l>
<l rend="indent4"> Was heard in the stillness of night,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> And Azrael, the death Angel, stood before
                        them.</l>
<l rend="indent5"> His countenance was dark,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Solemn, but not severe,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> It awed, but struck no terror to the
                        heart.</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “Zeinab, thy wish is heard.</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “Aswad, thy hour is come.”</l>
<l rend="indent3"> They fell upon the ground &amp; blest the
                        voice</l>
<l rend="indent5"> And Azrael raisd his sword</l>
<l rend="indent3"> And dropt the drops of bitterness of
                        death.</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent3"> “Me too! me too!” young Thalaba
                        exclaim’d</l>
<l rend="indent5"> As wild with grief he kist</l>
<l rend="indent5"> His mothers livid hand</l>
<l rend="indent5"> His mothers quivering lips –</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “O Angel, take me too!”</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent3"> “Son of Hodeirah,” the death Angel
                        cried,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “It is not yet the hour.</l>
<l rend="indent3"> “Son of Hodeirah, thou art chosen
                        forth</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “To do the will of Heaven,</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “To avenge thy fathers death,</l>
<l rend="indent4"> “To work the mightiest enterprize </l>
<l rend="indent5"> “That mortal man hath wrought.</l>
<l rend="indent4"> “Live &amp; remember Destiny</l>
<l rend="indent5"> “Hath markd thee from mankind!”</l>
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<l rend="indent5"> He ceasd, &amp; he was gone.</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Young Thalaba lookd round.</l>
<l rend="indent3"> The Palace &amp; the Grove were seen no
                        more,</l>
<l rend="indent3"> He stood amid the wilderness, alone.<note n="1" place="foot" resp="editors">How beautiful ...
                            alone: Verse written in double columns. An early
                            version of the first book of <title>Thalaba the
                                Destroyer</title>, published by Longman and Rees
                            in 1801.</note>
</l>
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<p rend="indent5"> __________</p>
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