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From tie Bdltim0re fGfrtof.
The following lines are verslllcation OF
nrose translation, by Sir VIM. Jones, OF
Persian Ode of Hafez.
The dawn advances, yelled with roses,
Bring the morning draught Of blias;
The foseate sparkle morn dlscloSes,
Best reflects in cups like this.
On the tulips breasts are trembling


The dews-sweet tears of glowing day;
Those of beauty's cheek resembling


Love half regrets to kiss away
The gale, with perfiimed sigh, s stealing


From the gardens eden bowers,
oh quaff the wine--wherc Love, concealing,
Dews the heart with its pure showers.
Ruby its ripple bushes,


Rosc-lke is its bland perfume,
Near it, say, what cheek but ilushcs,


What lip but wears brighter bloom
An! why should rore-illumincd sages
To solitude such joys constran!
oh hastcnl here are pleasures pages,


Leave the binding scroll ofpaln.
Here learn Of IIafe-, and drink blissei,


Sweet as wine, from beauty's cheek;
Him, who enjoys the houri's kisses,


Alone may deem such transports weak.