Theking of Alexandria, Zarus named,
          A daughter had, who all his fondness claimed,
          A star divine Alaciel shone around,
          The charms of beauty’s queen were in her found;
          With soul celestial, gracious, good, and kind,
          And all-accomplished, all-complying mind.

          The, rumour of her worth spread far and wide,
          The king of Garba asked her for his bride,
          And Mamolin (the sov’reign of the spot,)
          To other princes had a pref’rence got.

          Thefair, howe’er, already felt the smart
          Of Cupid’s arrow, and had lost her heart;
          But ’twas not known:  princesses love conceal,
          And scarcely dare its whispers fond reveal;
          Within their bosoms poignant pain remains,
          Though flesh and blood, like lasses of the plains.

          Thenoble Hispal, one of zarus’ court,
          A handsome youth, as histories report,
          Alaciel pleased; a mutual flame arose,
          Though this they durst not venture to disclose
          Or, if expressed, ’twas solely by the eyes:—­
          Soul-speaking language, nothing can disguise!

          Affiancedthus, the princess, with a sigh,
          Prepared to part, and fully to comply. 
          The father trusted her to Hispal’s care,
          Without the least suspicion of the snare;
          They soon embarked and ploughed the briny main;
          With anxious hopes in time the port to gain.

          Whenthey, from Egypt’s coast had sailed a week;
          To gain the wind they saw a pirate seek,
          Which having done, he t’wards them bore in haste,
          To take the ship in which our fair was placed.

          Thebattle quickly raged; alike they erred;
          The pirates slaughter loved, and blood preferred,
          And, long accustomed to the stormy tide,
          Were most expert, and on their skill relied. 
          In numbers, too, superior they were found;
          But Hisipal’s valour greatly shone around,
          And kept the combat undecided long;
          At length Grifonio, wond’rous large and strong;
          With twenty sturdy, pirates got on board,
          And many soon lay gasping by the sword. 
          Where’er he trod, grim death and horrour reigned;
          At length, the round the noble Hispal gained. 
          His nervous arm laid many wretches low
          Rage marked his eyes, whene’er he dealt a blow: 

          But, while the youth was thus engaged in fight,
          Grifonio ran to gain a sweeter sight;
          The princess was on board full well he knew;
          No time he lost, but to her chamber flew;
          And,