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Far away the island Rises on the deep, Where the fated Agib Found the boy asleep. Soon the old fond father Came with songs and joy Ah! what bears he with him But his murdered boy! Still does Fate in some dark shape, Mock our efforts to escape, As in the tales Arabian, The old Arabian Nights.

Next a summer palace Gleams with sudden light, But the lovely Persian Makes it yet more bright. I can hear her singing In the lonely tower, Mournful—oh, how mournful! Of a happier hour. Still the same star rules above, Sorrow still companions love, As in the tales Arabian, The old Arabian Nights.

Pleasantly these fancies Haunt that fountain's fall, Making its low music Yet more musical. Still around its waters Are adventures told, Wonderful as any That I read of old. Never will their charm depart, Still a portion of the heart Dwells with the tales Arabian, The old Arabian Nights.