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It  was  but  a  moment,  but ages  seemed  to  have passed away,

                          When  a  shout  came  over  the  water,  and  1  looked,  and k>,  (here  hy,
                          Right  away  from  the  vessel,  a  boat  that  was  standing by;
                          They  had  seen  our  forms  on  the  vessel,  as  the  flames  lit  up the  sky.


                          I  shouted  a  prayer  tn  Heaven,  then  called  to  my  wife,  and  she
                          Tore with  new strength  at  my fetters— God  helped  her,  and  I  was  free;
                          Then  over the.  burning  bulwarks  we  leaped  ior  one  chance of  life.
                          Did  they save us ?   Well, here  I  am, sir, and yonder’* my dear o'.d wife.

                          We  were  out  in  the  boat  till  daylight,  when  a  great  ship  pasting  by
                          Took  us  on.  board,  and  at  Melbourne  landed  us by  and  by.

                          We’ve  played many parts  in  dramas  since  we  went  on that famous  trip,
                          Bui:  ne'er  such a  scene  together  as  we  had on  the  burning  .ship!
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                                                                               Geo ran;  R.  S i.us.



                                                           ZARA FI.
                          T    H E   sultry  day  has  closed  at  night  on  Syria's  glowing  plains.
                                  The stars are gleaming pure and bright, the moon in beauty reigns
                                  Far  o ’er  tiie  waste  of  drifting sand  fhe  fiery  coursers  speed,
                          Free  as  the  air the  Arab  hands,  die  men  o f flaring  deed,
                          The  white  tents  glimmer  in  tiie  limit  bv  Acre's  storied  fane, '
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                          W here  erst  streamed  out  the  banners  bright  on  Syria's  hoary  plain—
                          And  where  the  cross  was  held  on  high  by  Europe's  knights  o f old,
                          Their  Janc.es  pointing  to  the  say,  their  arms  o f burnished  gold.

                          Reside  the  tent  af  midnight  hour  is  heard  a  stifled  moan,
                          A   murmuring  to  Allah's  power,  to  Allah's  daz/ding  throne;
                          A n d  suffering,  weak',  and  wounded  sore,  the  fainting  captive  lay.
                          His  m cm Tics  with  the  battles  were,  his  dread  the  coming  day.
                          A nd home  and wife and children  dear came thronging through  his brain
                          Unmanned  at  lest,  the  sdent  tear  wel.-;  his  dark  cheek  like  rain—
                          But  hark  !  lie  hears  a  gentle  sound,  it  (knits  along  tile  plain,
                          It  makes  Ins  fainting  pulses  bound,  it  .stills  hi*  maddening pain,
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