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In the first æra of its innocence,
Have all things been appointed by the All-wise! 225
“Oh age of happiness !” the Maid exclaim'd, 235 “ Roll fast thy current, Time, till that blest age Arrive! and happy thou my Theodore, Permitted thus to see the sacred depths Of wisdom !”
« Such," the blessed spirit replied, 6 Beloved ! such our lot; allowed to range 240 The vast infinity, progressive still In knowledge and increasing blessedness, This our united portion. Thou hast yet A little while to sojourn amongst men: I will be with thee; there shall not a breeze 245 Wanton around thy temples, on whose wing I will not hover near; and at that hour When from its fleshly sepulchre let loose, Thy phænix soul shall soar, O best-beloved! I will be with thee in thine agonies,
250 And welcome thee to life and happiness, Eternal infinite beatitude !”
He spake, and led her near a straw-roofd cot, Love's palace. By the Virtues circled there,
The Immortal listen’d to such melodies, 255 As
aye, when one good deed is register'd Above, re-echo in the halls of Heaven. Labour was there, his crisp locks floating loose, Clear was his cheek, and beaming his full eye, 259 And strong his arm robust; the wood-nymph Health Still follow'd on his path, and where he trod Fresh flowers and fruits arose. And there was Hope, The general friend ; and Pity, whose mild eye Wept o'er the widow'd dove: and, loveliest form, Majestic Chastity, whose sober smile
265 Delights and awes the soul ; a laurel wreath Restrain’d her tresses, and upon her breast The snow-drop hung its head, that seem'd to grow Spontaneous, cold and fair. Beside the maid Love went submiss, with eye more dangerous 270 Than fancied basilisk to wound whoe'er Too bold approach'd; yet anxious would he read Her every rising wish, then only pleased When pleasing. Hymning him the song was raised.
“ Glory to thee whose vivifying power 275 Pervades all Nature's universal frame! Glory to thee, Creator Love! to thee, Parent of all the smiling Charities, That strew the thorny path of life with flowers ! Glory to thee, Preserver! To thy praise 280 The awakened woodlands echo all the day Their living melody; and warbling forth To thee her twilight song, the nightingale 283 Holds the lone traveller from his way, or charms The listening poet's ear. Where Love shall deign
To fix his seat, there blameless Pleasure sheds
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Instructing best the passive faculty.
May says of Serapis,
Erudit at placide humanam per somnia mentem,
Page 305. line 11. - And all things are that seem. I have met with a singular tale to illustrate this spiritual theory of dreams.
Guntrum, king of the Franks, was liberal to the poor, and he himself experienced the wonderful effects of divine liberality. For one day as he was hunting in a forest he was separated from his companions, and arrived at a little stream of water with only one comrade of tried and approved fidelity. Here he found himself opprest by drowsiness, and reclining his head upon the servant's lap went to sleep. The servant witnessed a