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THE PALACE OF SAÏD PASHA ON THE BOSPHORUS.
BIRD OF THE GILDED CAGE.
BY MRS. ELLIS.
The first objects which present themselves on ascending the Bosphorus, are the palaces of the several members of the Imperial family, hanging, as it were, over the water. The windows of these apartments, which have beneath them a narrow quay, are dense and impervious to all view, except by one small aperture, to which the inmate of the barem applies her eye when she wishes to contemplate the busy and living picture which is continually before her, and which is rendered more attractive by the hurry of the rapids below, over which vessels are with difficulty towed by ropes fastened to the shoulders of men on shore. One of these apartments has been painted couleur de rose, to indicate, to all who look upon it, the happy nuptial state of him who dwells within.
Bird of the Gilded Cage, thy heart is beating
To hear the stir of that gay world below,
And light barks come and go,
And swift the rapids flow,
Bird of the Gilded Cage, the scent of flowers
Comes floating through thy lattice-window faint,
While memory comes to paint,
All thou hast lost by tyranuy's restraint,
Hark! 'tis the dash of busy oars thou hearest;
Hark! 'tis the ripple of the foaming tide.
Thou art a sultan's bride,
His slaves are at thy side ;
His throne beside ?
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Rose-tints around thy palace-home are glowing;
Azure and gold adorn its courts within ; Airs of soft perfume o'er thy cheek are blowing;
Gauzy and light and thin,
Letting the sunshine in, Curtains of costly silk around thy couch are flowing.
Art thou not blest ? Oh give me but the motion
Of the wild bird along the pathless sky;
A wing, that I might fly;
To lull myself to rest, or die !
These tears, that cannot buy
One hour of libertyThis yearning of the soul — Nature's own true devotion.
THE EARLY DEAD.
And one by one, they pass’d from earth away,
Then to her home above the crystal skies,
And one-one dear one—was the child of song,