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Should at my feet the world's great master fall,
If there be yet another name more free,
Alas, how chang'd! what sudden horrors rise ! A naked lover bound and bleeding lies ! Where, where was Eloise ? her voice, her hand, Her poynard had oppos’d the dire command. Barbarian, stay! that bloody stroke restrain; The crime was common, common be the pain. I can no more; by shame, by rage suppressid, 105 Let tears and burning blushes speak the rest.
Canft thou forget that fad, that solemn day, When victims at yon altar's foot we lay? Canst thou forget what tears that moment fell, When, warm in youth, I bade the world farewell ? 110 As with cold lips I kissed the sacred veil, The shrines all trembled, and the lamps grew pale: Heaven scarce belier'd the Conquest it furvey'd, And Saints with wonder heard the vows I made.
Yet then, to those dread altars as I drew,
Ah think at least thy flock deserves thy care,
Thy eyes diffus'd a reconciling ray,
145 And gleams of glory brighten'd all the day. But now no face divine contentment wears, 'Tis all blank sadness, or continual tears. See how the force of others prayers I try, (O pious fraud of amorous charity!)
150 But why should I on others prayers depend? Come thou, my father, brother, husband, friend ! Ah, let thy handmaid, sister, daughter," move, And all those tender names in one, thy love! The darksome pines that o'er yon rocks reclin'd, 155 Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind, The wandering streams that shine between the hills, The grots that echo to the tinkling rills, The dying gales that pant upon the trees, The lakes that quiver to the curling breeze;
Yet here for ever, ever must I stay;
Here all its frailties, all its flames resign,
175 And wait till 'tis no fin to mix with thine.
Ah, wretch! believ'd the spouse of God in vain,
195 For hearts so touch'd, fo pierc'd, so loft as mine! Ere such a soul regains its peaceful state, How often must it love, how often hate ! How often hope, despair, resent, regret, Conceal, disdain, -do all things but forget ? But let heaven seize it, all at once 'tis fir'd: Not touch'd, but rapt; not waken'd, but inspir’d! Oh come! oh teach me nature to subdue, Renounce my love, my life, myself and y
fond heart with God alone, for he
205 Alone can rival, can succeed to thee.
How happy is the blameless Vestal's lot; The world forgetting, by the world forgot! Eternal sun-fhine of the spotless mind! Each prayer accepted, and each with resign'd; Labour and rest, that equal periods keep; « Obedient slumbers that can wake and weep;" Desires compos’d, affections ever even; Tears that delight, and fighs that waft to heaven. Grace shines around her with sereneft beams, 215 And whispering Angels prompt her golden dreams. For her th' unfading rose of Eden blooms, And wings of Seraphs shed divine perfumes, For her the spouse prepares the bridal ring, For her white virgins Hymenäals fing, To sounds of heavenly harps she dies away, And melts in visions of eternal day.
Far other dreams my erring foul employ, Far other raptures, of unholy joy: When, at the close of each sad, sorrowing day, 225 Fancy restores what vengeance snatch'd away, Then conscience fleeps, and leaving nature free, All my loose foul unbounded fprings to thee. O curst, dear horrors of all-conscious night! How glowing guilt exalts the keen delight ! 230 Provoking Demons all restraint remove, And stir within me every source of love. I hear thee, view thee, gaze o'er all thy charms, And round thy phantom glue my clasping arms.