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Rh Thy cloisters, pervious to the wintry showers;

These, these he views, and views them but to weep.

37.

Yet are his tears no emblem of regret:

Cherish'd Affection only bids them flow;

Pride, Hope, and Love, forbid him to forget,

But warm his bosom, with impassion'd glow.

38.

Yet he prefers thee, to the gilded domes,

Or gewgaw grottos, of the vainly great;

Yet lingers 'mid thy damp and mossy tombs,

Nor breathes a murmur 'gainst the will of Fate.

39.

Haply thy sun, emerging, yet, may shine,

Thee to irradiate with meridian ray;

Hours, splendid as the past, may still be thine,

And bless thy future, as thy former day.