ABSTRACT
Aza! my dear Aza! the cries of the tender Zilia, 13 like the morning vapour, are dissipated 14 before they arrive in thy presence: Vainly I call thee to my aid; vainly I expect from thy love a redemption from my slavery. 15 Alas! perhaps the misfortunes which are yet unknown to me, are the most terrible! perhaps your ills are greater even than mine.
