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56 O wake thee, rouze thy spirit! shall the spite Of yon tormentor thus appall thy heart, While I, thy friend and guardian, am at hand To rescue and to heal? O let thy soul Remember, what the will of heav'n ordains Is ever good for all; and if for all, Then good for thee. Nor only by the warmth And soothing sunshine of delightful things, Do minds grow up and flourish. Oft misled By that bland light, the young unpractis'd views Of reason wander thro' a fatal road, Far from their native aim: as if to ly Inglorious in the fragrant shade, and wait The soft access of ever-circling joys, Were all the end of being. Ask thy self, This pleasing error did it never lull Thy wishes? Has thy constant heart refus'd The silken fetters of delicious ease? Or when divine Euphrosyné appear'd Within this dwelling, did not thy desires Hang far below the measure of thy fate, Which I reveal'd before thee? and thy eyes, Impatient of my counsels, turn away To drink the soft effusion of her smiles? Know then, for this the everlasting sire Deprives thee of her presence, and instead, O wise and still benevolent! ordains This