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Sate mufmg j and to thofe that lov'd the lare 



Pointed, with myftic wand, to truths involv'd 



In geometric fymbols, fcorning thofe, 



Perchance too much, who woo'd the thriftlefs mufe. 



Here though in warbling whifper oft I breath'd 520 



The lay, were wanting, what young Fancy deems 



The life-fprings of her being, rocks, and caves, 



And huddling brooks, and torrent- falls divine. 



In queft of thefe, at fummer's vacant hour, 



Pleas'd would I ftray, when in a northern vale 525 



(So chance ordain'd) a Naiad fad I found 



Robb'd of her filver vafe; I footh'd the nymph 



With fong of fympathy, and curft the fiend, 



Who ftole the gift of Thetis. * Hence the caufe, . 



Why, favoured by the blue-ey'd fifterhood, 530 



They footh with fongs my folitary ear. 



Nor is Ligea filent " Long," fhe cries, 

 " Too long has Man wag'd facrilegious war 



* Alluding to the Ode to a Water Nymph, which the author writ a year 

 or two after his admiffion into the univerfity. See his poems, Ode II. 



With 



