d son,
I'll trust in thy Maker, and no other one.

"If I again view him, with flesh and hair dight,
As he fifteen years since disappeared from my sight;

"If I get him again both with hawk and with hound,
Just, just as he sank in the depths of the sound;

"With hair on his head, and with flesh on his bone,
As though he the pang of death never had known."

Then the blessed Saint Jacob upon his book pored:
"'Twill be no easy matter to get him restored."

When he had stood reading a wee little time,
He raised up the man from hell's sorrowful clime.

"Now again thou hast got him with flesh and hair dight,
As he fifteen years since disappeared from thy sight.

"Thou hast got him again, both with hawk and with hound,
Just, just as he sank in the ocean profound.

"With hair on his head, and with flesh on his bone,
As though he the pang of death never had known."

"Now hear thou, my dear son, so fine and so fair,
What news from thy journey afar dost thou bear?"

"The news which I bring from the far distant place,
Is that one little knows of the other's hard case.

"There the woman, who's hated the child of her womb,
Out of the snake-tower can ne'er hope to come.

"There the cruel step-mother, her child who has slain,
Goes begirt with a sword fraught with festering bane.

"The merchants who here in heaps money up-rake,
There hiss in the likeness of serpent and snake.

"The Sysselmen, wretches with hearts hard as stone,
There in the snake-tower despairingly moan."

THE RENEGADE

Now pay ye the heed that is fitting,
Whilst I sing ye the Iran adventure;
The pasha on sofa was sitting,
Midst his harem's glorious centre.

Greek sang, and Tcherkass, for his pleasure,
And Kergoosian captive is dancing;
In the eyes of the first heaven's azure,
In the others black Eblis is glancing.

But the pasha's attention is failing,
O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth;
From chebouk he sleep is inhaling,
Whilst around him sweet vapours he dealeth.

What rumour without is there breeding?
Ye fair ranks asunder why wend ye?
Kyslar Aga, a strange captive leading,
Cometh forward, and crieth "Efendy."

"Whose face has the power when present
'Mong the stars round the divan which muster?
Who amidst the gems of night's crescent
Has the blaze of Aldeboran's lustre?

"Glance nearer, bright star! I have tiding,
Glad tiding. Behold how in duty
From far Lehistan the wind, gliding,