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Then share thy pain, allow that sad relief;
Ah, more than snare it, give me all thy grief. 50

Heav'n first taught letters for some wretch's aid,
Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid;
They live, they speak, they breathe what love inspires,
Warm from the soul, and faithful to its fires;
The virgin's wish without her fears impart, 55

Excuse the blush, and pour out all the heart,
Speed the soft intercourse from soul to sou),
And waft a sigh from Indus to the pole.

Thou know'st 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.
Those smiling eyes, attempting ev'ry lay,
Shone sweetly lambent with celestial day.
Guiltless Igaz'd; Heav'n listen'd while you sung; 65
And truths divine came mended from that tongue.
From lipslike those, what precept fail'd to move f
Too soon they taught me 'twas no sin to love;
Back through the paths of pleasing sense I ran,
Kpr wish'd an angel whom I lov'd a man. 70

Dim and remote the joys of saints I see;
Nor envy them that heav'n I loose for thee.

How oft, when press'd to marriage, have I said, "Curse on all laws but those which Love has made!" Love, free as air, at sjght of human ties, 75

Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.
Let wealth, let honour, wait the wedded dame,
August her deed, and sacred be her fame;

Before true passion all those views remove;

Fame, wealth, and honour! what are you to Love?

The jealous god, when we profane his fires, 81

Those restless passions in revenge inspires,

And bids them make mistaken mortals groan,

Who seek in love for aught but love alone.

Should at my feet the world's great master fall, 85

Himself, his throne, his world, I'd scorn 'em all:

Not Caesar's empress would I deign to prove;

No, make me mistress to the man I love;

If there be yet another name more free,

More fond than mistress, make me that to thee! 90

0 happy state! when souls each other draw, When love is liberty, and nature law:

All then is full, possessing and possess'd,

No craving void left aching in the breast; 94

Ev'n thought meets thought, ere from the lips it part,

And each warm wish springs mutual from the heart.

This sure is bliss (if bliss on earth there be,)

And once the lot of Abelard and me.

Alas,how chang'd! what sudden horrors rise!
A naked lover bound and bleeding lies! too

Where, where wasEloise? her voice, her hand,
Her poniard had opposM the dire command.
Barbarian, stay! that bloody stroke restrain;
The crime was common, common be the pain.

I can ncynore; by shame, by rage suppress'd, 105
Let tears and burning blushes speak the rest.

Canst thou forget that sad, 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 farewel?
As with cold lips I kibs'd the sacred veil, ill

The shrines all trembled, and the lamps grew pale;
Heav'n scarce believ'd the conquest it survey'd,
And saints with wonder heard the vows I made.
Yet then, to those dread altars as I drew, I If

Not on the Cross my eyes were fiVd, but you:
Not grace, or zeal, love only was my call,
And if I lose thy love, I lose my all.
Come I with thy looks, thy words, relieve my woe;
Those still at least are left thee to bestow. 120

Still on that breast enamour'd let me lie,
Still drink delicious poison from thy eye,
Pant on thy lip, and to thy heart be press'd;
Give all thou canst—and let me dream the rest.
Ah no! instruct me other joys to prize, 125

With other beauties charm my partial eyes;
Full in my view set all the bright abode,
And make my soul quit Abelard for God.

Ah ! think at least thy flock deserves thy care,
Plants of thy hand, and children of thy pray'r. 130
From the false world in early youth they fled,
By thee to mountains, wilds, and deserts led.
You rais'd these hallow'd walls; the desert smil'd,
And paradise was open'd in the wild.
No weeping orphan saw his father's stores 13$

Our shrines irradiate, or emblaze the floors;
No silver saints, by dying misers giv'n,
Here brib'd the rage of ill-requited Heav'n;

But such plain roofs as piety could raise,

And only vocal with the maker's praise. 1140

In these lone walls (their days eternal bound,)

These inoss-grown domes with spiry turrets crown'd,

Where awful arches make a noon-day night,

And the dim windows shed a solemn light;

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' pray'rs I try,

(O pious fraud of am'rous charity!) 15a

But why should I on others' pray'rs 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 wand'ring 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; 160

No more these scenes my meditation aid,

Or lull to rest the visionary maid:

But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves,

Long-sounding isles and intermingled graves,

Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws 165

A death-like silence, and a dread repose;

Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene,

Shade; ev'ry flow'r, and darkens ev'ry green,.

Deepens the murmnrof Ihe falling floods,

And breathes a browner horror on the woods. 170

Yet here for ever, ever must I stay; Sad proof how well a lover can obey! Death, only death, can break the lasting chain; And here, ev'n then, shall my cold dust remaitr; Here all its frailties, all its flames resign, • I7S

And wait till 'tis no sin to mix with thine.

Ah wretch! believ'd the spouse of God in vain,
Confess'd within the slave of love and man.
Assist me, Heav'n! but whence arose that pray'r?
Sprung it from piety, or from despair? 1 So

Ev'n here, where frozen Chastity retires,
Love finds an altar for forbidden fires.
I ought to grieve, but cannot what I ought;
I mourn the lover, not lament the fault;
l view my crime, but kindle at the view, 185

Repent old pleasures, and solicit new;
Now turn'd to Heav'n, I weep my past offence,
Now think of thee, and curse my innocence.
Of all affliction taught a lover yet,
"Tis sure the hardest science to forget I 190

How shall I lose the sin, yet keep the sense,
And love th' offender, yet detest th' offence?
How the dear object from the crime remove,
Or how distinguish penitence from love?
Unequal task! a passion to resign, 19;

For hearts so touch'd, so piere'd, so lost as mine,
Ere such a soul regains its peaceful state,
ow oiten must it love, hoiv often bate!

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