Thus sung the swain; and ancient legends say, The maids of Bagdat verified the lay: Dear to the plains, the Virtues came along, The shepherds lov'd, and Selim bless'd his song.. ECLOGUE II. HASSAN; OR, THE CAMEL-DRIVER. SCENE, THE DESERT. TIME, MID-DAY. IN silent horror o'er the boundless waste The driver Hassan with his camels past: One cruise of water on his back he bore, And his light scrip contain'd a scanty store; To guard his shaded face from scorching sand. With desperate sorrow wild, th' affrighted man Thrice sigh'd, thrice struck his breast, and thus began: "Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, "When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my way!" Ah! little thought I of the blasting wind, The thirst or pinching hunger that I find! Bethink thee, Hassan, where shall thirst assuage, When fails this cruise, his unrelenting rage? Soon shall this scrip its precious load resign! Then what but tears and hunger shall be thine? Ye mute companions of my toils, that bear In all my griefs a more than equal share! In vain ye hope the dear delights to know, Which plains more blest, or verdant vales bestow: Here rocks alone, and tasteless sands are found, And faint and sickly winds for ever howl around. "Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, "When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my way!" Full oft we tempt the land, and oft the sea; And are we only yet repaid by thee? Or why fond man so easily betray'd? Why heed we not, while mad we haste along, "Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, Oh cease, my fears!—all frantic as I go, When thought creates unnumber'd scenes of woe; What if the lion in his rage I meet!— Oft in the dust I view his printed feet; And, fearful! oft, when day's declining light |