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weep in these places. . . . O thou who waikest with 
a slow pace, absorbed in deep thought, listen to the low 
voice that speaks to thee from afar, “ On that tender mofs 
which thou tramplest at present wjth thy ivot, reposed, 
thought, and sighed, a young man, to whom nature had 
granted, as to thee, an upright tender soul, susceptible of 
the most sublime enthusiasm. If thou lovest virtue, thou 
art his friend; give him your regret. His life pafsed here 
_in silence and obscurity, as thou seest this rivulet flow. 
Now his spirit dwells in happier worlds.” Ah! when thou 
fhalt occupy thyself with these thoughts, may a religious 
and compafsionate tear run slowly down thy cheek! 
may thy heart, sensible and big with sighs, rise !—Ah, 
mayest thou pofsefs his lyre and a better fortune ! 
In the mean time glide on ina gentle lauguor, O my 
hours! cenduct soon this soul to the regions of bieised 
spirits, among whom Serena is ready to receive me. O 
death, wifhed for end of human miseries, come! 
_ But what voice rises in the bottom of my heart? . .~ 
« Banith the criminal wilhes of the impatience of mortals ; 
thou complainest wretch, thou cailest on death, and why a 
‘To behappy. . . .-. It is the desire of nature ! 
+ - - “Itis too great for the earth. Mortal! oe 
the tomb be happy ; but on this side, be wise. Thou seest 
millions of thy jcliows suffer, and dost thou think thyself 
alone worthy to be happy? Lhou fhalt beso; Wait with 
patience. Let affliction correct thy heart. Cares are for 
vice. Suffer! Serena sees thee, and blefses thy suffer- 
ings.” 
Immortal voice of my concience, I will obey thee; 1 
with to feel and suffer my misiortune. Slavery reigns 
here below; liberty dwells in the regions of Serena. ... 
- - I with to repose here, where the noise of a profane 
tad troubles me not. O solitudes, receive me into 
