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[[foreign: French]] que de philosophie; c'était son coeur, et non pas son [[underline]] esprit qui philosophait la dessus. [[/underline]] [[/foreign]] Yet write, Oh write me all that I may join Greif to thy greif, & echo sighs to thine. Nor foes nor fortune take this pow'r away; And is my Abelard less kind than they? Tears still are mine, & these I need not spare. Love but demands what else were shed in pray'r. No happier death, these faded eyes pursue To read & weep is all they now can do. The share thy pain, allow that sad releif Ah more than share it, give me all thy greif. Heav'n first taught letters for some wretch's aid Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid They live, they speak, they breathe what love inspires, Warm from the heart, & faithful to it fires The virgin's wish without her fear impart; Excuse the blush, & pour out all the heart, Speed the soft intercourse from Soul to Soul, And waft a sigh from Indus to the pole.
