"His head and faith from doubt and death950

Returned in time my guard to save;

Few heard, none told, that o'er the wave

From isle to isle I roved the while:

And since, though parted from my band

Too seldom now I leave the land,

No deed they've done, nor deed shall do,

Ere I have heard and doomed it too:

I form the plan—decree the spoil—

Tis fit I oftener share the toil.

But now too long I've held thine ear;960

Time presses—floats my bark—and here

We leave behind but hate and fear.

To-morrow Osman with his train

Arrives—to-night must break thy chain:

And would'st thou save that haughty Bey,—

Perchance his life who gave thee thine,—

With me this hour away—away!

But yet, though thou art plighted mine,

Would'st thou recall thy willing vow,

Appalled by truths imparted now,970

Here rest I—not to see thee wed:

But be that peril on my head!"