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A BELAR 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 Vestal's veins ?
Dear fatal name! reft ever unreveal'd,
Her heart ftill dictates, and her hand obeys.
Relentless walls! whose 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.
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.