The rose garden of Persia . , assiimed disdain,Dsvelt in my words, and looks in vain:I would not passions yiotim be,And turned from sin—but not from love was pure, no plant of earthFrom my rapt being sprung to birth:I loved as angels might sought, and wishd, and hop^d no was my belovd: and thouHadst virtues impress on thy weakness showed how frail is allThat erring mortals goodness call. 1 ? -fyi^XSflr- V 5 ? I thankd thee, and reproaclied thee notFor all the sufferings of my. Grod we worship was. my led me to my destined the

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The rose garden of Persia . , assiimed disdain,Dsvelt in my words, and looks in vain:I would not passions yiotim be,And turned from sin—but not from love was pure, no plant of earthFrom my rapt being sprung to birth:I loved as angels might sought, and wishd, and hop^d no was my belovd: and thouHadst virtues impress on thy weakness showed how frail is allThat erring mortals goodness call. 1 ? -fyi^XSflr- V 5 ? I thankd thee, and reproaclied thee notFor all the sufferings of my. Grod we worship was. my led me to my destined the great lesson to thy heartThat vice and bliss are wide apart:And joind us now, that we may proveWith perfect virtue, perfect love. Nothing now disturbs the tranquillity oftheir loves, and they live for many yearsunited, ixutil at length Yussuf dies, and his;faithful and tender Zuleika, unahle to sur-vive his loss, follows him to the tomh. Thepoem, concludes with moral reflections, andan address from the poet to his

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