THE CIRCASSIAN SLAVE.
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What though by labor daily bread she earned?
Still Imri's proffered gift she proudly spurned.
First ground to dust, then back the gems resigned,
Those costly gems, which Virtue's self might blind.
No power have they fair Zulide's heart to move—
Alas! that shining toy should e'er buy woman's love.
Still Imri's proffered gift she proudly spurned.
First ground to dust, then back the gems resigned,
Those costly gems, which Virtue's self might blind.
No power have they fair Zulide's heart to move—
Alas! that shining toy should e'er buy woman's love.
This tale of the Circassian slave,
With pride her sex will read;
And breathe a prayer, that other fair
May Zulide's warning heed—
Ne'er be thou sold for settlement,
Or barter love for gold.
Thy pledge I gain? then not in vain
Is Zulide's story told.
With pride her sex will read;
And breathe a prayer, that other fair
May Zulide's warning heed—
Ne'er be thou sold for settlement,
Or barter love for gold.
Thy pledge I gain? then not in vain
Is Zulide's story told.
