... country a land far, far away. They told me of its beauty, Of minarets that rise In stately, classic grandeur, 'Mid brilliant summer skies. But oh ! earth's happiest hours Are fraught with boding ill, And joys that give us pleasure With grief our souls can fill. That sunny clime, how treach'rous To its breeze has blown— The night-watch dew came o'er me, And stamped me for its own. Where now is ...