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Scene—A Forest. Time—The Kveninff.
IN Georgia's land, where Tcfflis* towers are seen,
Great Abbas chanced that fated morn to stray,
• These flowers are found in very great abundance in *om« of tht provinces ot Persia.
TH E G E',) K GI \ H !/r \NA. 15
The royal lover bore her from the plain;
Let those who rule on Persia's jewell'd throne
AGIB AND SECANDER; OR, THE
Scene—A Mountain in Circassia. Time—Midnight. IN fair Circassia, where, to love inclined, Each swain was blest, for every maid was kind; At that still hour, when awful midnight reigns, And none but wretches haunt the twilight plains; What time the Moon had hung her lamp on high And past in radiance through the cloudless sky; Sad o'er the dews two brother shepherds fled, Where wildering fear and desperate sorrow led: Fast as they prest their flight, behind them lay Wild ravaged plains, and valleys stole away. Along the mountain's bending sides they ran, Till, faint and weak, Secander thus began: Secander. * Oh,stay thee, Agib, for my feet deny, No longer friendly to my life, to-fly. Friend of my heart! Oh turn thee and survey.. Trace our long flight through all its length of way! And first review that long-extended plain, And yon wide groves, already past with pain! Yon ragged cliff, whose dangerous path we tried! And, last, this lofty mountain's weary side!'
* Weak as thou art, yet hapless must thou know The toils of flight, or some severer woe'.
Still as I haste, the Tartar shouts behind,
And shrieks and sorrows load the saddening wind:
In rage of heart, with ruin in his hand,
He blasts our harvests, and deforms our land.
Yon citron grove, whence first in fear we came,
Droops its fair honours to the conquering flame:
Far fly the swains, like us, in deep despair,
And leave to ruffian bands their fleecy care.'
* Unhappy land! whose blessings tempt the sword, In vain, unheard, thou call'&t thy Persian lord!
In vain thou coiart'st him, helpless, to thine aid,
To shield the shepherd, and protect the maid!
Far off, in thoughtless indolence rc&ign'd,
Soft dreams of love and pleasure soothe his mind;
Midst fair sultanas lost in idle joy,
No wars alarm him, and no fears annoy.'
* Yet these green hills, in summer's sultry heat
By Sargis' banks, or Irwan's shady grove;
On Tarkie's mountains catch the cooling gale,
Or breathe the sweets of Aly's flowery vale:
Fair scenes! but, ah! no more with peace possest,
With ease alluring, and with plenty blest!
No more the shepherds' whitening tents appear,
Nor the kind products of a bounteous year;
No more the date, with snowy blossoms crown'd!
But Ruin spreads her baleful tires around.'
Secatider. 'In vam Circassia boasts her spicy groves, For ever famed for pure and happy loves: In vain she boasts her fairest of the fair, Their eyes' blue languish, and their golden hair. Those eyes in tears their fruitless grief must send; Those hairs the Tartar's cruel hand shall rend/
'Ye Georgian swains, that piteous learn from far Circassians ruin, and th« waste of war: Some weightier arms than crooks and staffs prepare* To shield your harvests, and defend your fair: The Turk and Tartar like designs pursue, FixM to destroy, and steadfast to undo. "Wild as his land, in native deserts bied, By lust incited, or by malice led, The villain Arab, as he prowls for prey, Oft marks with blood and wasting flames the way; Yet none so cruel as the Tartar foe, To death inured, and nursed in scenes of woe.'
He said: when loud along the vale was heard A shriller shriek, and nearer fires appear'd. Th' affrighted shepherds through the dews of night, Wide o'er the moonlight bills renew'd their flight.