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Snatch me, juft mounting, from the bleft Abode:
Affift the Fiends, and tear me from my God!
No, fly me, fly me! far as Pole from Pole;
Rife Alps between us! and whole Oceans roll!
Ah, come not, write not, think not once of me,
Nor fhare one Pang of all I felt for thee.
Thy Oaths I quit, thy Memory refign;
Forget, renounce me, hate whate'er was mine.
Fair Eyes, and tempting Looks (which yet I view !)
Long lov'd, ador'd Ideas, all adieu !
O Grace ferene! oh Virtue heav'nly fair!
Divine Oblivion of low-thoughted Care!
Fresh blooming Hope, gay Daughter of the Sky!
And Faith, our early Immortality!
Enter, each mild, each amicable Gueft;
Receive, and wrap me in eternal Rest!
See in her Cell fad Elifa fpread,
Propt on fome Tomb, a Neighbour of the Dead!
In each low Wind methinks a Spirit calls,
And more than Echoes talk along the Walls.
Here, as I watch'd the dying Lamps around,
From yonder Shrine I heard a hollow Sound.
Come, Sifter, come! (it faid, or feem'd to say)
Thy Place is here, fad Sifter, come away!
• Once like thyself, I trembled, wept, and pray'd,
• Love's Victim then, though now a fainted Maid
But all is calm in this eternal Sleep;
Here Grief forgets to groan, and Love to weep, • Ev'n Superftition lofes ev'ry Fear:
For God, not Man, abfolves our Frailties here.' I come, I come! prepare your roseate Bow'rs, Celestial Palms, and ever-blooming Flow'rs. Thither, where Sinners may have Reft, I go, Where Flames refin'd in Breafts seraphic glow:
Thou, Abelard! the laft fad Office pay,
And smooth my Paffage to the Realms of Day;
See my Lips tremble, and my Eye-balls roll,
Suck my last Breath, and catch the flying Soul!
Ah no- in facred Vestments may'ft thou ftand,
The hallow'd Taper trembling in thy Hand,
Prefent the Crofs before my lifted Eye,
Teach me at once, and learn of me to die.
Ah then, thy once lov'd Eloïfa fee!
It will be then no Crime to gaze on me.
See from my Cheek tho tranfient Roses fly!
See the laft Sparkle languifh in my Eye!
'Till ev'ry Motion, Pulfe, and Breath, be o'er;
And ev❜n my Abelard be lov'd no more.
O Death all-eloquent! you only prove
What Dust we doat on, when 'tis Man we love.
Then too, when Fate fhall thy fair Frame deftroy,
(That Cause of all my Guilt, and all my Joy)
In Trance extatic may thy Pangs be drown'd,
Bright Clouds defcend, and Angels watch thee
From opening Skies may ftreaming Glories fhine,
And Saints embrace thee with a Love like mine.
May one kind Grave unite each hapless Name,
And graft my Love immortal on thy Fame!
Then, Ages hence, when all my Woes are o'er,
When this rebellious Heart fhall beat no more;
If ever Chance two wand'ring Lovers brings
To Paraclete's white Walls and filver Springs,
O'er the pale Marble fhall they join their Heads,
And drink the falling Tears each other sheds;
Then fadly fay, with mutual Pity mov'd,
"Oh may we never love as these have lov'd!
From the full Choir when loud Hofannas rife,
And fwell the Pomp of dreadful Sacrifice,
Amid that Scene, if fome relenting Eye
Glance on the Stone where our cold Relicks lie,
Devotion's felf shall steal a Thought from Heav'n,
One human Tear shall drop, and be forgiv❜n.
And fure if Fate fome future Bard shall join
In fad Similitude of Griefs to mine,
Condemn'd whole Years in Abfence to deplore,
And image Charms he must behold no more;
Such if there be, who loves fo long, fo well;
Let him our fad, our tender Story tell;
The well fung Woes will footh my penfive Ghoft; He beft can paint 'em, who shall feel'em moft.