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Sudden you mount, you beckon from the skies; 245
For thee the fates, feverely kind, ordain
Soft as the flumbers of a faint forgiv'n,
Rife in the grove, before the altar rife,
Thy voice I seem in ev'ry hymn to hear,
When from the cenfer clouds of fragrance roll,
One thought of thee puts all the
Take back that grace, thofe forrows,and those tears;
No, fly me, fly me, far as Pole from Pole;
Rife Alps between us! and whole oceans roll! 290 Ah, come not, write not, think not once of me, Nor fhare one pang of all I felt for thee.
Thy oaths I quit, thy memory refign;
and tempting looks (which yet I view!)
O Grace ferene! oh virtue heav'nly fair!
Fresh blooming Hope, gay daughter of the fky! And Faith, our early immortality!
Enter, each mild, each amicable guest;
Receive, and wrap me in eternal reft!
See in her cell fad Eloïfa fpread,
Propt on fome tomb, a neighbour of the dead,
Thy place is here, fad fifter, come away! 310 « Once like thyfelf, I trembled, wept, and pray'd, "Love's victim then, tho' now a fainted maid: "But all is calm in this eternal sleep;
"Here grief forgets to groan, and love to weep, "Ev'n fuperftition lofes ev'ry fear :
"For God, not man, abfolves our frailties here."
I come, I come! prepare your rofeat how'rs, Celestial palms, and ever-blooming flow'rs. Thither, where finners may have reft, I go, Where flames refin'd in breafts feraphic glow: 320 Thou, Abelard! the last fad office
And fmooth my paffage to the realms of day;
Teach me at once, and learn of me to die.
It will be then no crime to gaze on me.
What duft we doat on, when 'tis man we love.
From op'ning skies may ftreaming glories shine, And Saints embrace thee with a love like mine.
May one kind unite each hapless name, And graft my love immortal on thy fame! Then, ages hence, when all my woes are o'er, 345 When this rebellious heart fhall beat no more; If ever chance two wand'ring lovers brings To Paraclete's white walls and filver fprings, O'er the pale marble fhall they join their heads, And drink the falling tears each other sheds; 350 Then fadly fay, with mutual pity mov'd, "Oh may we never love as these have lov'd!" From the full choir, when loud Hofannas rife, And fwell the pomp of dreadful facrifice, Amid that scene if fome relenting eye
Glance on the stone where our cold relics lie,
Devotion's self shall steal a thought from heav'n;
And fure if fate fome future bard shall join
VER. 343. May one kind grave, etc.] Abelard and Eloïfa were interred in the fame grave, or in monuments adjoining, in the Monastery of the Paraclete: he died in the year 1142, fhe in 1163. P.