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When midst a heap of slaughtered friends I lay

       Expiring on the ground, and called on death,

       But called in vain, to end my hated being,

       What have I suffered for my dear Palmira!

       How have I cursed the tardy hours that long

       Withheld my vengeance! my distracted soul's

       Impatience thirsted for the bloody field,

       That with these hands I might lay waste this seat

       Of slavery, where Palmira mourned so long

       In sad captivity; but thanks to heaven!

       Our holy prophet, whose deep purposes

       Are far beyond the ken of human wisdom,

       Hath hither sent his chosen servant Omar;

       I flew to meet him, they required a hostage;

       I gave my faith, and they received it; firm

       In my resolve to live or die for thee.

      PALMIRA.

       Seid, the very moment ere thou camest

       To calm my fears, and save me from despair,

       Was I entreating the proud ravisher;

       Thou knowest, I cried, the only good on earth

       I prized is left behind, restore it to me:

       Then clasped his knees, fell at the tyrant's feet,

       And bathed them with my tears, but all in vain:

       How his unkind refusal shocked my soul!

       My eyes grew dim, and motionless I stood

       As one deprived of life; no succor nigh,

       No ray of hope was left, when Seid came

       To ease my troubled heart, and bring me comfort.

      SEID.

       Who could behold unmoved Palmira's woes?

      PALMIRA.

       The cruel Zopir; not insensible

       He seemed to my misfortunes, yet at last

       Unkindly told me, I must never hope

       To leave these walls, for naught should tear me from him.

      SEID.

       'Tis false; for Mahomet, my royal master,

       With the victorious Omar, and forgive me,

       If to these noble friends I proudly add

       The name of Seid, these shall set thee free,

       Dry up thy tears, and make Palmira happy:

       The God of Mahomet, our great protector,

       That God whose sacred standard I have borne;

       He who destroyed Medina's haughty ramparts

       Shall lay rebellious Mecca at our feet;

       Omar is here, and the glad people look

       With eyes of friendship on him; in the name

       Of Mahomet he comes, and meditates

       Some noble purpose.

      PALMIRA.

       Mahomet indeed

       Might free us, and unite two hearts long since

       Devoted to his cause; but he, alas!

       Is far removed, and we abandoned captives.

      SCENE II.

       Table of Contents

      PALMIRA, SEID, OMAR.

      OMAR

       Despair not; heaven perhaps may yet reward you,

       For Mahomet and liberty are nigh.

      SEID.

       Is he then come?

      PALMIRA.

       Our friend and father?

      OMAR

       Yes.

       I met the council, and by Mahomet

       Inspired, addressed them thus: “Within these walls,

       Even here,” I cried, “the favorite of heaven,

       Our holy prophet, first drew breath; the great,

       The mighty conqueror, the support of kings;

       And will ye not permit him but to rank

       As friend and fellow-citizen? He comes not

       To ruin or enslave, but to protect,

       To teach you and to save, to fix his power,

       And hold dominion o'er the conquered heart.”

       I spoke; the hoary sages smiled applause,

       And all inclined to favor us; but Zopir,

       Still resolute and still inflexible,

       Declared, the people should be called together,

       And give their general voice: the people met,

       Again I spoke, addressed the citizens,

       Exhorted, threatened, practiced every art

       To win their favor, and at length prevailed;

       The gates are opened to great Mahomet,

       Who after fifteen years of cruel exile

       Returns to bless once more his native land;

       With him the gallant Ali, brave Hercides,

       And Ammon the invincible, besides

       A numerous train of chosen followers:

       The people throng around him; some with looks

       Of hatred, some with smiles of cordial love;

       Some bless the hero, and some curse the tyrant:

       Some threaten and blaspheme, whilst others fall

       Beneath his feet, embrace and worship him;

       Meantime the names of God, of peace and freedom,

       Are echoed through the all-believing crowd;

       Whilst Zopir's dying party bellows forth

       In idle threats its impotent revenge:

       Amidst their cries, unruffled and serene,

       In triumph walks the god-like Mahomet,

       Bearing the olive in his hand; already

       Peace is proclaimed, and see! The conqueror comes.

      SCENE III.

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      MAHOMET, OMAR, HERCIDES, SEID, PALMIRA, Attendants.

      MAHOMET.

       My friends, and fellow-laborers, valiant Ali,

       Morad, and Ammon, and Hericides, hence

       To your great work, and in my name instruct

       The people, lead them to the paths of truth,

       Promise and threaten; let my God alone

       Be worshipped, and let those who will not love

       Be taught to fear him—Seid, art thou here?

      SEID.

       My ever-honored father, and King,

       Led by that power divine who guided thee

       To Mecca's walls, preventing your commands