The Arab's Grave.
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But gently bear upon your wings, Songs from the Spirit-land. Sing mournful, mournfully.
Sigh mournfully, ye south-winds, sigh— From unknown islands bearStrange perfumes, and the roses' breath, From Persia's gardens fair;In cloud-wreaths may the incense float In fitful gale and gust,To consecrate the Arab's grave,— And o'er the Arab's dust, Sigh mournful, mournfully.
Guard steadfastly, guard jealously, Ye granite rocks that standLike sentries on this desert waste, An ancient giant band;Keep off the rude invader, give Protection to each grave,Where sleep beneath the glitt'ring sands, The Mussulman and slave. Guard steadfast, steadfastly.