“I dare not breathe the prayer to die,
“O merciful Lord God!...
“But when it is thy will,
“But when I have atoned
“For mine iniquities,
“And sufferings have made pure
“My soul with sin defiled,
“Release me in thine own good time,...
“I will not cease to praise thee, O my God!”
Silence ensued awhile,
Then Zeinab answered him.
“Blessed art thou, O Aswad! for the Lord
“Who saved thy soul from Hell,
“Will call thee to him in his own good time.
“And would that when my heart
“Breathed up the wish to die,
“Azrael might visit me!
“Then would I follow where my babes are gone,
“And join Hodeirah now!”
She ceased, and the rushing of wings
Was heard in the stillness of night,
And Azrael, the Death-Angel stood before them.
His countenance was dark,
Solemn, but not severe,
It awed but struck no terror to the heart.
“Zeinab, thy wish is heard!
“Aswad, thy hour is come!”
They fell upon the ground and blest the voice,
And Azrael from his sword
Let drop[21] the drops of bitterness and death.
“Me too! me too!” young Thalaba exclaimed:
As wild with grief he kissed
His Mother’s livid hand,
His Mother’s quivering lips,
“O Angel! take me too!
“Son of Hodeirah!” the Death-Angel cried,
“It is not yet the hour.
“Son of Hodeirah, thou art chosen forth
“To do the will of Heaven;
“To avenge thy Father’s death,
“The murder of thy race,
“To work the mightiest enterprise
“That mortal man hath wrought.
“Live! and remember Destiny
“Hath marked thee from mankind!”
He ceased, and he was gone.
Young Thalaba looked round,...
The Palace and the groves were seen no more,
He stood amid the Wilderness, alone.