ORIENTAL SCENES.
A SCENE IN THE DOAAB.
In tangled depths the jungles spread
Around the solitary scene,
The lurking panther's sullen tread
Marks the wild paths of the ravine;
Here too the fierce hyena prowls,
Haunting the dark Jheel's broad lagoon,
And here, at eve, the wolf-cub howls,
And famished jackalls bay the moon.
Its scorching breath the hot wind pours
Along the arid waste; and loud,
The storm-fiend of the desert roars,
When bursts the sable thunder-cloud,
