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[Wingfield B. <hom...@ha...>]

F yore To solitary Saturn bore; His daughter she; in Saturn's reign Such
mixture was not held a stain. Oft in glimmering bowers and glades He met
her, and in secret shades Of woody Ida's inmost grove, Whilst yet there
was no fear of Jove. Come, pensive Nun, devout and pure, Sober,
steadfast, and demure, All in a robe of darkest grain, Flowing with
majestic train, And sable stole of cypress lawn Over thy decent
shoulders drawn. Come; but keep thy wonted state, With even step, and
musing gait, And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting
in thine eyes: There, held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to
marble, till With a sad leaden downward cast Thou fix them on the earth
as fast. And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet, Spare Fast, that oft
with gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about
Jove's altar sing; And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim
gardens takes his pleasure; But, first and chiefest, with thee bring Him
that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The
Cherub Contemplation; And the mute Silence hist along, 'Less Philomel
will deign a song, In her sweetest saddest plight, Smoothi