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But gufhing grief prevented. From the Fane 2.90 



Silent he led her j as from Eden's bower 

 The Sire of Men his weeping Partner led* 

 Lefs lovely, and lefs innocent than (he. 



Yet ftill ALCANDER hop'd what laft me figh'd 

 Spoke more than gratitude ; the War might end ; 295 



Her Father might confent ; for that alone 

 Now feem'd the duteous barrier to his blifs* 

 Already had he fent a faithful friend 

 To learn if France the reverend Exile held : 

 That friend return'd not. Mean-while ev'ry fun 300 



Which now (a year elaps'd) diurnal rofe 

 Beheld her flill more penfive $ inward Pangs, 

 From grief's concealment, hourly feem'd to force 

 Health from her cheek, and Quiet from her foul. 

 ALCANDER mourn'd the change, yet ftill he hop'd -, 305 



For Love to Hope his flickering taper lends, 

 When Reafon with his fteady torch retires : 

 Hence did he try by ever-varying arts, 

 And fcenes of novel charm her grief to calm. 



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