To blend with ours! Yet far within our souls,
Amidst the rushing of the busy world,
Dwells many a secret thought, which lingers yet
Around that image. And e’en so, kind Zamor!
Shalt thou be long remember’d.
Zam. By the fame
Of my brave sire, whose deeds the warrior tribes
Tell round the desert’s watchfire, at the hour
Of silence, and of coolness, and of stars,
I will not leave thee! ’Twas in such an hour