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GHEBER'S BLOODY GLEN by THOMAS MOORE

First Line: BUT SEE - HE STARTS - WHAT HEARD HE THEN?

But see he starts then?
That dreadful shout! -across the glen
From the land - side it comes and loud
Rings thro' the chasm, as if the crowd
Of fearful things that haunt that dell,
Its Ghouls and Divs and shapes of hell,
Had all in one dread howl broke out,
So loud, so terrible that shout!
They come- -the Moslems come! he cries,
His proud soul mounting to his eyes,
Now, Spirits of the Brave, who roam
Enfranchised thro' yon starry dome,
Rejoice for souls of kindred fire
Are on the wing to join your choir!
He said - and, light as bridegrooms bound -
To their young loves, reclimbed the steep
And gained the Shrine round - his Chiefs stood round
Their swords, as with instinctive leap,
Together at that cry accurst
Had from their sheaths like sunbeams burst.
And hark! again again it rings;
Near and more near its echoings
Peal thro' the chasm - oh! who that then - -
Had seen those listening warrior- men ,
With their swords graspt, their eyes of flame
Turned on their Chief- could doubt the shame,
The indignant shame with which they thrill
To hear those shouts and yet stand still?
He read their thoughts- they were his own
What! while our arms can wield these blades,
"Shall we die tamely? die alone?
Without one victim to our shades ,
"One Moslem heart, where buried deep
The sabre from its toil may sleep?
"No - God of IRAN'S burning skies!
Thou scornest the inglorious sacrifice.
"Notho' of all earth's hope bereft,
Life, swords, and vengeance still are left.
We'll make yon valley's reeking caves
Live in the awe-struck minds of men
Till tyrants shudder, when their slaves
Tell of the Gheber's bloody glen .
Follow, brave hearts! -this pile re mains
Our refuge still from life and chains;
But his the best, the holiest bed,




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