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Ah Wretch believ'd the Spouse of God in vain, Confessd within the Slave of Love and Man...
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ABELA R D.
N thefe deep folitudes and awful cells,
Where heav'nly-penfive contemplation dwells,
And ever-mufing melancholy reigns;
What means this tumult in a Veftal's veins ?
Dear fatal name! reft ever unreveal'd,
Hide it, my heart, within that close disguise,
Where mix'd with God's, his lov'd Idea lies:
Already written wash it out, my tears!
In vain loft Eloïfa weeps and prays,
Her heart still dictates, and her hand obeys.
Relentless walls! whofe darksome round contains Repentant fighs, and voluntary pains:
Ye rugged rocks! which holy knees have worn ;
All is not Heav'n's while Abelard has part,
Soon as thy letters trembling I unclofe,
That well-known name awakens all my woes. 30
Still breath'd in fighs, still usher'd with a tear.
Some dire misfortune follows close behind.
Led thro' a fad variety of woe:
Now warm in love, now with'ring in my bloom, Loft in a convent's folitary gloom!
There ftern Religion quench'd th'unwilling flame,
Tears still are mine, and those I need not spare, 45
Then share thy pain, allow that sad relief;
Speed the foft intercourse from foul to soul,
And waft a figh from Indus to the Pole.
Thou know'ft how guiltless first I met thy flame, When Love approach'd me underFriendship's name; My fancy form'd thee of angelic kind,
Some emanation of th'all-beauteous Mind.
Those smiling eyes, attemp'ring ev'ry ray,
Nor wish'd an Angel whom I lov'd a Man.
Dim and remote the joys of faints I fee;
How oft, when prefs'd to marriage, have I said, Curfe on all laws but those which love has made? Love, free as air, at fight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies. Let wealth, let honour, wait the wedded dame, Auguft her deed, and facred be her fame; Before true paffion all thofe views remove,
Fame, wealth, and honour! what are you to Love?
VER. 66. And truths divine etc.] He was her Preceptor in Philofophy and Divinity,
Love will not be confin'd by Maifterie:
When Maifterie comes, the Lord of Love anon
Flutters bis wings, and forthwith is he gone.