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N thefe deep folitudes and awful cells,
Dear fatal name! reft ever unreveal'd,
Her heart ftill dictates, and her hand obeys.
Relentless walls! whofe darkfome 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.
Still breath'd in fighs, still usher'd with a tear.
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,
Griefs to thy griefs, and echo fighs to thine.
Tears ftill are mine, and thofe I need not fpare, 45
No happier task these faded eyes pursue;
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. Thofe fmiling eyes, attemp'ring ev'ry ray, Shone sweetly lambent with celeftial day. Guiltless I gaz'd; heav'n liften'd while you fung; 65 And truths divine came mended from that tongue. From lips like those what precept fail'd to move Too foon they taught me 'twas no fin to love : Back thro' the paths of pleafing fenfe I ran, Nor wish'd an Angel whom I lov'd a Man. Dim and remote the joys of faints I see; Nor envy them that heav'n I lofe for thee.
VER. 66. And truths divine, etc] He was her Preceptor in
Philofophy and Divinity.