A cheerless gloom the world o'erspread—
But Haroun came and all was bright.
Again the sun shoots forth his rays,
Nature is decked in beauty's robe—
For mighty Haroun's scepter sways,
And Yahia's arm sustains the globe.
THE RUIN OF THE BARMECIDES[33]
No, Barmec Time hath never shown
So sad a change of wayward fate;
Nor sorrowing mortals ever known