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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 share 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 Reft!
See in her Cell fad Eloïfa 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 fay)
Thy Place is here, fad Sifter, come away! • Once like thyfelf, I trembled, wept,and pray'd, • Love's Victim then, tho' now a fainted Maid: But all is calm in this eternal Sleep;
• Here Grief forgets to groan, and Love to weep, • Ev'n Superstition 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 rest, I go,
Where Flames refin'd in Breafts feraphic glow:
Thou, Abelard! the laft fad Office pay,
And smooth my Paffage to the Realms of Day;
See my Lips tremble, and my Eyeballs roll,
Suck my laft Breath, and catch my flying Soul !
Ah no-in facred Veftments may'st thou ftand,
The hallow'd Taper trembling in thy Hand,
Present the Cross 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 the tranfient Rofes fly!
See the laft Sparkle languish in my Eye!
'Till ev'ry Motion, Pulse, and Breath be o'er ;
my Abelard belov'd no more.
O Death all-eloquent! you only prove
What Duft we doat on, when 'tis Man we love.
Then too, when Fate fhall thy fair Frame
(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 openingSkies may ftreamingGlories shine,
And Saints embrace thee with a Love like mine.
May* one kind Grave unite each hapless
And graft my Love immortal on thy Fame !
Then, Ages hence, when all my Woes are o'er,
When this Rebellious Heart shall beat no more;
If ever Chance two wand'ring Lovers brings
To Paraclete's white Walls and filver Springs,
O'er the pale Marble shall they join theirHeads, ·
And drink the falling Tear 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 Hofanna's 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 fhall fteal a Thought from Heav'n,
One human Tear fhall 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
He best can paint 'em who shall feel 'em moft.
* Abelard and Elifa were interred in the fame Grave, or.in Monuments adjoining, in the Monaftery of the Paraclete: He died in the Year 1142, fhe in 1163.
A TAL E.
Ttend, ye Fair, and learn what Pains await Relentless Beauty, and the Virgin's Hate. Tho' long the Lover, worn with anxious Care, Unpity'd figh, and urge a fruitless Prayer; Yet ftung with late Remorse the Nymph fhall
And mourn the dire Effects of injur❜d Love. Where wide outstretch'd the spacious* Patras lay,
To Phoebus facred, God of Health and Day,
Corefus liv'd, Corefus full of Truth,
The Pride and Envy of the Grecian Youth.
Prieft of the laurell'd Deity, he serv'd
The Fane, nor from his Charge, incurious,
Comely, and fraught with ev'ry winning Grace,
He feem'd himself the Patron of the Place.
At length a fofter God his Soul poffefs'd,
And all the Wanton revell'd in his Breast:
Callirrhoe's winning Charms new Warmth in-
Glow in his Heart, and kindle fierce Defire..
Faireft Attractive of the fairer Kind,
But cold, as nourish'd by the Mountain Hind:
With Vows and Tears he told his tender Tale,
Nor preffing Vows, nor flowing Tears avail;
With haughty Airfhe mock'd his am'rous Grief,
Nor deign'd a distant Prospect of Relief.
With Scorn rejected, foon he ftrove to tame
Th' imperious Guest, and quench the rifing.
Luckless Attempt! unequal in the Strife,
He found it rooted, and a Part of Life.
With Wishes pure, he woo'd her to his Side,
No loose Companion, but a spotless Bride.
But vain were all his Measures; ill-advis'd
She deem'd intreating Friends, and Wealth de-
Thus, 'midst the Horrors of the Tyrrhene Deep,
While circling Winds around her Bofom sweep,
While Waves on Waves fucceeding lend their
And rifing, with united Force invade,
Unmov'd, the barb'rous Scylla rears her Head,
Proud in her Strength, and ftands the Pilot's
With wakeful Pains and hopeless Paffion spent,
Enquiring, to the golden Shrine he went ;
Around the Temple as his Footsteps roam,
Indignant Murmurs fill the folemn Dome;
Dear to his God, yet no Return enfu'd,
No wish'd Return indulg'd the Vow renew'd.