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And let them fmile, but let the fcorners learn 595 



There is a folemn luxury in grief 

 Which they mall never tafte ; well known -to thofe, 

 And only thofe, in Solitude's deep gloom' 

 Who heave the figh fmcerely : Fancy there 

 Waits the fit moment; and, when Time has calm'd 6c<t> 

 The firft o'erwhelming tempeft of their woe,. 

 Piteous me fteals upon the mourner's breaft . 

 Her precious balm to Hied : -Oh, it has power, . 

 Has magic power to foften and to footh, 



Thus duly minifter'd.' ALCANDER felt 605 



The charm, yet not till many a ling'ring moon 

 Had hung upon heK zenitli o'er his couch,^ 

 And heard his midnight wailings. Does he ftray 

 But near the fated temple, or the bower ? 

 He feels a chilly monitor within,. 610 



Who bids him panfe. Does he at diftance view 

 His grot? 'tis darken'd with NERINA'S ftorm 

 Ev'n at the blaze of noon. Yet there are walks 

 The loft one never trod r and there are feats 



F. Where 



