Page:Felicia Hemans in The Literary Souvenir 1827.pdf/2



As when to them who sail Beyond the Cape of Hope, and now are past Mozambic, off at sea north-east winds blow Sabean odours from the spicy shore Of Araby the Blessed. Milton.

I. is upon the lonely seas When Indian forests pour Forth to the billow and the breeze Their odours from the shore; Joy, when the soft air's fanning sigh Bears on the breath of Araby.

II. Oh! welcome are the winds that tell A wanderer of the deep, Where far away the jasmines dwell, And where the myrrh-trees weep! Blessed, on the sounding surge and foam, Are tidings of the citron's home!