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A BEL AR D.
N thefe deep folitudes and awful cells,
Dear fatal name! reft ever unreveal'd,
Her heart ftill dictates, and her hand obeys.
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 unclose,
Now warm in love, now with'ring in my bloom,
There ftern Religion quench'd th'unwilling flame,
There dy'd the best of paffions, Love and Fame. 40
Nor foes nor fortune take this pow'r away;
Tears still are mine, and those I need not spare, 45
No happier task these faded eyes pursue;
Then fhare thy pain, allow that fad relief;
They live, they speak, they breathe what love infpires,
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, 61
Some emanation of th' all-beauteous Mind.
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 fee;
VER. 66. And truths divine, etc] He was her Preceptor in
Philofophy and Divinity.