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SECT. V.
WHispers and growling Tempests, like a Bell,
Alarum'd Vaults of the resounding Cell,
Waking the Mourner from a pleasing Dream,
A second Spouse, new Marriages the Theme.
She thought her Husband rising from the Dead,
Scrowded all o're, pale, standing by her Bed,
••old her his Pass to Bliss would not be sign'd,
Till he revok'd what her he last enjoyn'd;
••id her forsake that melancholy Tomb,
••ake for another Lord and Children Room,
Deny'd them seven glad Years by spiteful Fate)
That should inherit their improv'd Estate:
The Shade with Tears imploring, earnest seem'd,
That he from suffering so may be redeem'd.
Awak'd, she felt all swelling Passions calm,
Her Breast as if some God had thrown in Balm,
And at the Lodge she heard a Man complain:
••oft Thoughts her tender Bosom entertain,
Lest he might suffer, or be ruin'd quite,
In such Condition, in that woful Night.
She calls her Maid, commands streight let him in;
••ot those to help in Want, what greater Sin?
Let him sit there, and shelter from the Storm,
••tir up the Fire, that he himself may warm.