. The bird . y welcomed. Still happier land, if in its blind hospitality it did not also shelterthe murderer. The nightingale and dove are gladly entertained, it istrue, but no less so the eagle. On the terraces of sultans, on the bal-conies of minarets, ah, poor traveller, I see those flashing dreadfuleyes which dart their gaze this way. And I see that they havealready marked thee ! Do not remain here long. Thy season will not last. The de-structive wind of the desert will dry up, and destroy, and sweepaway thy meagre nourishment. Not a gnat will be left to sustainthy wing and thy voice. Beth
. The bird . y welcomed. Still happier land, if in its blind hospitality it did not also shelterthe murderer. The nightingale and dove are gladly entertained, it istrue, but no less so the eagle. On the terraces of sultans, on the bal-conies of minarets, ah, poor traveller, I see those flashing dreadfuleyes which dart their gaze this way. And I see that they havealready marked thee ! Do not remain here long. Thy season will not last. The de-structive wind of the desert will dry up, and destroy, and sweepaway thy meagre nourishment. Not a gnat will be left to sustainthy wing and thy voice. Bethink thyself of the nest which thouhast left in our woods, remember thy European loves. The sky wasgloomy, but there thou niadest for thyself a sky of thine own. Lovewas around thee ; every soul thrilled at thy voice ; the purest throbbedfor thee. There is the real sun, there the fairest Orient. True lightis where one loves. * This was written before tl\e uniicxwtioii of Lonibardy to the new Italian kinj^
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