That God would love a Worm I knew, and punish the evil foot That wilful, bruis'd its helpless form: but that he cherish'd it With milk and oil, I never knew; and therefore did I weep, And I complaind in the mild air, because I fade away, And lay me down in thy cold bed, and leave my shining lot. Queen of the vales, the matron Clay answerd; I heard thy sighs. And all thy moans flew o'er my roof. but I have call'd them down: Wilt thou O Queen enter my house. 'tis given thee to enter,

And to return; fear nothing. enter with thy virgin feet.

&& IV.

The eternal gates terrific porter lifted the northern bar:

Thel enter'd in saw the secrets of the land unknown; She saw the couches of the dead, where the fibrous roots

Of every heart on earth infixes deep its restless twists: A land of sorrows of tears where never smile was seen.

She wanderd in the land of clouds thro' valleys dark, listning Dolours lamentations: waiting oft beside a dewy grave She stood in silence. listning to the voices of the ground, Till to her own grave plot she came, there she sat down.

And heard this voice of sorrow breathed from the hollow pit.

Why cannot the Ear be closed to its own destruction? Or the glistning Eye to the poison of a smile! Why are Eyelids stord with arrows ready drawn, Where a thousand fighting men in ambush lie? Or an Eye of gifts graces, show'ring fruits coined gold! Why a Tongue impress'd with honey from every wind? Why an Ear, a whirlpool fierce to draw creations in? Why a Nostril wide inhaling terror trembling affright. Why a tender curb upon the youthful burning boy! t7 Why a little curtain of flesh on the bed of our desire?

The Virgin started from her seat, with a shriek. Fled back unhinderd till she came into the vales of Har

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