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THE HAREEM.

Ye sparkling fountains, that with patient flow
  Feed all these shining rills,
Your ceaseless murmur, melancholy, low,
  My soul with anguish fills.

For in your voice I hear the unending moan
  Of father, mother mild,
Who now sit broken-hearted and alone,
  Despairing for their child.

O God! and must I never more behold
  My blessed island home!
Ne'er comfort more my parents now grown old
  With waiting till I come!

Last night methought my mother softly pressed
  Her hand upon my head;
She looked not sad, but on her lips did rest
  The smile worn by the dead.