With one of tenfold price, even freedom’s self,
Thou hast repaid me well.
Zam. Then bid me not
Forsake thee! Though my father’s tents may rise
At times upon my spirit, yet my home
Shall be amidst thy mountains, prince! and thou
Shalt be my chief, until I see thee robed
With all thy power. When thou canst need no more
Thine Arab’s faithful heart and vigorous arm,
From the green regions of the setting sun