ZARA E

I ask no more

; For all Pve done, and all | have

endured

For saving thee when ! beheld

thee first

Driven by the tide upon my country’s coast,

Pale and expiring, drenched in ; briny waves,

till my compassion found thee

Compassion ! scarce willt own that name, so soon

80 quickiy was if love ; for thou were gedlike

Even then, Kneeling on earth, !

loosed my hair

And with ïit dried thy watry

cheeks ; then chafed

Thy temples, tille reviving blood

arose

And like the moon vermilioned o’er thy face.

O Heaven ! how did my heart rejoice and ache

When I beheld the daybreak of thy eyes.

And felt the balm of thy respiring lips.

| Comme nu. Galatée reproch son air. Le pan ie . .