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Fresh blooming Hope, gay daughter of the sky!
300 Enter each mild, each amicable guest; Receive, and wrap me in eternal rest!
See in her cell sad Eloïsa sprcad, Propt on some tomb, a neighbour of the dead. In each low wind methinks a spirit calls, 305 And more than echoes talk along the walls. Here, as I watch'd the dying lamps around, From yonder shrine I heard a hollow sound:
Come, sister, come! (it said, or seem'd to say) Thy place is here, sad sister, come away;
310 Once like thyself, I trembled, wept, and pray’d, Love's victim then, though now a sainted maid: But all is calm in this eternal sleep: Here grief forgets to groan, and love to weep; Even superstition loses every fear:
315 For God, not man, absolves our frailties here."
I come, I come! prepare your roseate bowers,
395 What dust we dote on, when 'tis man we love.
Then too, when fate shall thy fair frame destroy (That cause of all my guilt, and all myjoy,)
In trance ecstatic may thy pangs be drown'd,
340 From opening skies may streaming glories shine, And saints embrace thee with a love like mine,
May one kind grave unite each hapless name,
What beck’ning ghost along the moon-light shade
Oh ever beauteous, ever friendly! tell,
greatly think, or bravely die? 10
blest abodes, The glorious faults of angels and of gods : Thence to their images on earth it
15 And in the breasts of kings and heroes glows. Most souls, 'tis true, but peep out once an age, Dull sullen prisoners in the body's cage: Dim lights of life, that burn a length of years Useless, unseen, as lamps in sepulchres;
20 Like eastern kings a lazy state they keep, And, close confin'd to their own palace, sleep.
From these, perhaps, (ere Nature bade her die,) Fate snatch'd her early to the pitying sky. As into air the purer spirits flow,
25 And separate from their kindred dregs below; So flew the soul to its congenial place, Nor left one virtue to redeem her race.
But thou false guardian of a charge too good, Thou, mean deserter of thy brother's blood! 30 See on these ruby lips the trembling breath, These cheeks now fading at the blast of death; Cold is that breast which warm'd the world before, And those love-darting eyes must roll no more. Thus, if eternal justice rules the ball.
35 Thus shall your wives and thus your children fall; On all the line a sudden vengeance waits, And frequent hearses shall besiege your gates; There passengers sliall stand, and pointing say (While the long funcrals blacken all the way,) 40 Lo! these were they whose souls the furies steeld, And curs'd with hearts unknowing how to yield. Thus unlamented pass the proud away, The gaze of fools, and pageant of a day!
So perislı all, whose breast ne'er learn'd to glow 45 For others' good, or melt at others' woe.
What can atone, (oh, ever injur'd shade!) Thy fate unpity'd, and thy rites unpaid? No friend's complaint, no kind domestic tear, Pleas’d thy pale ghost, or grac'd thy mournful bier. By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd, 51 By foreign hands thy decent limbs compos’d, By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd, By strangers honour'd, and by strangers mourn'd! What though no friends in sable weeds appear, 55 Grieve for an hour, perhaps, then mourn a year, And bear about the mockery of woe To inidnight dances, and the public show? What though no weeping loves thy ashes grace, Nor polish'd marble emulate thy face? What though no sacred earth allow thee room, Nor hallow'd dirge be mutter'd o'er thy tomb? Yet shall thy grave with rising flowers be dressed, And the grcen turf lie lightly on thy breast: There shall the morn her earliest tears bestow, 65 There the first roses of the year shall blow; While angels with their silver wings o'ershade The ground, now sacred by thy' relics made.
So peaceful rests, without a stone, a name, What once had beauty, titles, wealth, and fame. 70 How lov'd, how honour'd once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot; A heap of dust alone remains of thee; 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be! 79
Poets themselves must fall like those they sung, Deaf the prais'd ear, and mute the tuneful tongue. Ev'n he, whose soul now melts in mournful lays, Shall shortly want the generous tear he pays; Then from his closing eyes thy form shall part, And the last pang shall tear thee from his heart; 80 Life's idle business at one gasp be o'er, The Muse forgot, and thou belov'd no more !
CARDELIA, SMILINDA, LOVET. Card. The Basset-table spread, the tallier come, Why stays Smilinda in the dressing-room? Rise, pensive nymph! the tallier waits for you.
Smil. Ab, madam! since my Sharper is untrue, Ijoyless make my once ador'd Alpeu. I saw him stand behind Ombrelia's chair, And whisper with that soft deluding air [fair. And those feign'd sighs which cheat the listening
Card. Is this the cause of your romantic strains ? A mightier grief my heary heart sustains; 10 As you by love, so I by fortune crost; One, ohe bad deal, three septlevas have lost.
Smil. Is that the grief which you compare with nine? With ease the smiles of fortune I resign: Would all my gold in one bad deal were gone, 15 Were lovely Sharper mine, and mine alone.
Card. A lover lost is but a common care,
Smil. See Betty Lovet! very à propos.
Lov. Tell, tell your griefs, attentive will I stay, Though time is precious, and I want some tea.
Card. Behold this equipage, by Mathers wrought, With fifty guineas (a great penn'worth) bought. 39 Sce on the toothpick Mars and Cupid strive, And both the struggling figures seem alive. Upon the bottoin shines the queen's bright face; A myrtle foliage i'ound the thimble case,