Ceylon ! Ceylon ! 't is nought to me How thou wert known or named of old,
As Ophir, or Taprobane,
By Hebrew king, or Grecian bold:—
To me thy spicy-wooded vales,
Thy dusky sons, and jewels bright,
But image forth the far-famed tales— But seem a new Arabian night.
And when engirdled figures crave Heed to thy bosom's glittering store—
1 see Aladdin in his cave ;
I follow Stndbad on,the shore.
Miss Jewsbury.