Volume 25 — NICHOLAS'S DREAM.
Reading edition
I wandered in a rosy dream, Where Danube's waters pour; And there I saw the Crescent gleam Upon the farther shore.
When lo! it seemed to pale and wane, And through the sky go down; Athwart the flood I leaped amain, And clutched a Turkish Crown.
Oh! trust not visions, when, to Ill, Ambition they incline; That Crescent bright its horns will fill, Whilst I shall draw in mine!