I hear the genie's laughter at my fate;
Who but the poet!-----VII. TIMUR NAME.
Woe! what form is here reveal'd!
The present minute? I could scarcely tell;Full many a rich possession offers it,
Yet compassion greets me straight
[For a fine account of the fearful sack of Magdeburg, by Tilly,in the year 1613, see SCHILLER's History of the Thirty Years'War.]
Oft stagnant is my blood;But when by Christel's sight I'm blest,
And thy wretched form bestir;Thou hast ever served as groom,
This aside saw Father Asan Aga,--Sadly cried he to his darling children:"Hither come, ye dear unhappy infants,For your mother's breast is turn'd to iron,Lock'd for ever, closed to all compassion!"
The shroud to restore fain had sought;When the end,--now can nothing to save him avail,--
Wouldst thou wish for wish obtain,
And he longs for nothing more,While the mother seemeth to him
Fain I'd think myself deluded
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