C 0 M U S. 61 5 Shall I inform my unacquainted feet 180 In the blind mazes of this tangled wood ? My Brothers, when they law me wearied out With this long way, refolving here to lodge Under the fpreading favor of thefe pines Stept, as they faid, to the next thicket fide Y 8 To bring me berries, or fuch cooling fruit As the kind hofpitable woods provide. They left me then, when the gray-hooded Even, Like a fad votarift in palmer's weed, Role from the hindmoft wheels of Phoebus' wain. 190 But where they are, and why they came not back, Is now the labor of my thoughts ; 'tis likelieff They had engag'd their wand'ring fleps too far, And envious darkneis, ere they could return, Had Role them from me ; elle 0 thievifh Night 195 Why fhould'It thou, but for Tome felloniou-s end, In thy dark lanthorn thus dole up the liars, That nature hung in Heav'n, and fill'd their lamps With everlafling oil, to give due light To the milled and lonely traveller ? 200 This is the place, as well as I may guefs, Whence even now the tumult of loud mirth Was rife, and perfect in my lift'ning ear, Yet nought but fingle darknefs do 1 find. What might this be ? A thouland fantafies 2 Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling fhapes, and beck'ning fhadows dire, And aery tongues, that fyllable mens names On lands, and fhores, and defert wilderneffes. Thefe thoughts may ftartle well, but not attound 219 The virtuous mind, that ever walks attended By a thong fiding champion, confcience. 0, welcome pure-ey'd Faith, white-handed Hope, Thou hovering Angel girt with golden wings, And
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