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E L O IS A
A B E L A R D.
N these deep folitudes and awful cells,
Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells,
Dear fatal name! rest ever unreveal'd,
15 Her heart still dictates, and her hand obeys.
Relentless walls ! whose darksome round contains Repentant fighs, and voluntary pains:
Ye rugged rocks! which holy knees have worn;
grots and caverns shagg’d with horrid thorn! 20
Soon as thy letters trembling I unclose, That well-known name awakens all my
30 Oh name for ever fad! for ever dear! Still breath'd in sighs, still usher'd with a tear. I tremble too, where'er my own I find, Some dire misfortune follows close behind. Line after line my gushing eyes o'erflow, 35 Led thro' a sad variety of woe : Now warm in love, now with’ring in my bloom, Loft in a convent's folitary gloom! There ftern Religion quench'd th'unwilling flame, There dy'd the best of passions, Love and Fame. 40
Yet write, oh write me all, that I may join Griefs to thy griefs, and echo fighs to thine. Nor foes nor fortune take this pow'r away; And is my Abelard less kind than they? Tears still are mine, and those I need not spare, 45 Love but demands what else were shed in pray'r ;
No happier task these faded eyes pursue ;
Then share thy pain, allow that fad relief;
Thou know it how guiltless first I met thy flame, When Love approach'd me under Friendthip's name; My fancy form'd thee of angelic kind,