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Vol. II. facing p.25.
S. Wale ini: et del:
Ah Wretch believ'd the Spouse of God in vain, Confessd within the Slave of Love and Man...
El: to ab:
ELO IS A
N these deep folitudes and awful cells,
Where heav'nly-penfive contemplation dwells,
What means this tumult in a Veftal's veins?
Dear fatal name! rest ever unreveal'd,
Nor pafs thefe lips in holy filence seal'd:
O write it not my hand the name appears
In vain loft Eloïfa weeps and prays,
Her heart ftill dictates, and her hand obeys.
Relentlefs walls! whofe darkfome round contains
Repentant fighs, and voluntary pains:
Ye rugged rocks! which holy knees have worn;
Ye grots and caverns fhagg'd with horrid thorn! 20
Shrines! where their vigils pale-ey'd virgins keep,
All is not Heav'n's while Abelard has part,
Soon as thy letters trembling I unclose,
That well-known name awakens all my woes.
Some dire misfortune follows close behind.
Line after line my gufhing eyes o'erflow,
Led thro' a fad variety of woe:
Now warm in love, now with'ring in my bloom,
There ftern Religion quench'd th’unwilling flame,
No happier task these faded eyes pursue ;
The virgin's wifh without her fears impart,
Excufe the blufh, and pour out all the heart,
Speed the foft intercourse from foul to foul,
And waft a figh from Indus to the Pole.
Thou know'ft how guiltless first I met thy flame,, When Love approach'd me under Friendship'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,
Shone fweetly lambent with celeftial day.
Guiltless I gaz'd; heav'n liften'd while you fung; 65
VER. 66. And truths divine etc.] He was her Preceptor
in Philofophy and Divinity. P.