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Where the hot-air is not stirred
Camel, thou art good and mild,
 Ormuz-a gulf in Asia, noted for its pearl fishery.  Damascene-goods from Damascus in Syria.  The Arabs call the Camel “the Ship of the Desert.”
17.-CHILDHOOD'S TEARS. The tear down childhood's cheek that flows Is like the dew-drop on the rose; When next the summer breeze comes by, And waves the bush, the flower is dry!
18.—THE DEAD SPARROW. Tell me not of joy! there's none, Now my little sparrow's gone :
He would chirp and play with me;
O! how sullen he would be !
He from my lip
Would moisture sip :
O! whose heart can choose but bleed ?
No morn did pass,
But on my glass
And then straightway sleek  'em too.
Now my faithful bird is gone;
O! let mournful turtles  join
19.-THE LATE SPRING. The sleepy Spring was still in bed,
And to rise was slowly preparing; When she heard the soft fall of the zephyr's (3) tread,
Who came to give her an airing.
She rose in haste, not dressed in blue,
But clad in her wintry mourning ;-
Her brow a faint smile adorning.
Then away over meadow, and garden, and wood,
Her light-winged courser bore her; But in her fair eyes the tear-drop stood,
To see the drear scene before her.
So long had the tyrant of northern birth, 
His iron reign extended,
Had well-nigh been suspended.
 Turtles-turtle doves.  Dirge-see note  No. 9.  Zephyr-the west wind—any warm soft wind.  Tyrant of northern birth-winter.  Genial commerce-agreeable intercourse.
The young birds had met on St. Valentine's feast, 
All eager to get married ;
For another red-day (e) they tarried.
The crocus had put forth its feelers green,
But drew in its head in affright,
Had been all cut off in a night.
The lilac gay, that loves to be first,
Stood shivering still and pouting, And many a bud was longing to burst,
But its orders, as yet, was doubting.
And the queen of the season, so ill did she feel,
She again took to bed in pure sorrow : But the sun has been called in, her sickness to heal, And we hope she'll be better to-morrow.
20.—THE IRISH HARPER AND HIS DOG. On the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah
 St. Valentine's Feast the 14th of February. This is the usual season for the pairing of birds.
 Red-day-feast-day, so called because the names of such days used to be particularly marked in the almanacs, by being printed in red letters.
When at last I was forc'd from my Sheelah to part,
case, Nor refus'd my last crust to his pitiful face ; But he died at my feet on a cold winter's day, And I play'd a sad dirge  for my poor dog, Tray. Where now shall I go, poor, forsaken, and blind? Can I find one to guide me, so faithful and kind ? To my sweet native village, so far, far away, I can never return with my poor dog, Tray.
Nor crush that helpless worm !
Requir'd a God to form.