. Pia desideria: or, Divine addresses, in three books . nt Blifs ippears Minute to our miftaken Eyes. Ah (*&) Ah ! why, my Country, art thou placd fo far,That I am ftill a tedious Wanderer f Happier the Exiles of old Heathen Rome,Whom only Tiber did divide from Home IWhile to remoter Banifoment defignd,A vaft Abyfs cwixt Heavn and Me I Hebrew Slaves were freed ith Jubilee ;Unhappier Vajfal l I fhall neer be fwift fore-runner of the welcom SpringFinds after Winters cold a time to Sing:She who did long in dark RecefTes lie,Now flies abroad and refalutes the ftill I live
. Pia desideria: or, Divine addresses, in three books . nt Blifs ippears Minute to our miftaken Eyes. Ah (*&) Ah ! why, my Country, art thou placd fo far,That I am ftill a tedious Wanderer f Happier the Exiles of old Heathen Rome,Whom only Tiber did divide from Home IWhile to remoter Banifoment defignd,A vaft Abyfs cwixt Heavn and Me I Hebrew Slaves were freed ith Jubilee ;Unhappier Vajfal l I fhall neer be fwift fore-runner of the welcom SpringFinds after Winters cold a time to Sing:She who did long in dark RecefTes lie,Now flies abroad and refalutes the ftill I live excluded from above,Denyd the Object of my Blifs and , hafle, my God, and take me up to Thee;There let me live, where I was made to be:Or if my Bodys freedoms not defignd,So foon, at lead, I will be thers in Mind. Aii| ( *9» ) Aug. Serai. 43. here are two Tormentors of the Soul, which donot torture it together, but by turns; theirnames are Fear and Grief: When it is wellwith you, you fear j when ill, you grieve. VIIL 0 wretched ( 192 ). 0 TvrctehccL mart lhatiam!mlwJhall ddhrermefrcnri tli^twdyof this deathTRwn-? ■? + ■ ( *9? ) VIIL ) wretched Man that I am! who {hall deliver mefrom the body of this Death f Rom. vij. 24. IX THere are the loft Delights for which I grieve^V V But which my Sorrows never can retrieve fuch vaft Delights——but mention not the Lofs,Vhofe fad Remembrance is thy greateft Crofs :ind Fate is kindeft when it robs us fo,ro take away our Senfe of Suffering our firfi Parents Folly we exclaim,!ls if They only were, as firft, to blame :)n Eve and Adam we difcharge our Rage,Vnd thus expofe our naked thou who thy FirJffc Parents doll: condemn*rhou oughtft to blame thy Self as well as Life at one rafh Cafi was thrown away,rhou didft, as well as thy Forefather, I (alas!) condemn not Them alone,^or while I mind their Fall, forget my Eve I was confenting to the Cheat,^piposd on Adam^ and helpt him t
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