Psyche, and other poems — page 83: what you’re looking at

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65 ‘ Skilled in the virtue of each healing flower, And the wild fruit’s restoring juice to blend, He spreads the frugal fare of wholesome power, And heedfully his cares their wants attend ; A docile ear to his advice they lend, And sage instruction from his precepts take, Which much their future journey may befriend ; “Wisdom with soothing eloquence he spake, — Pleased to resolve their doubts, and alltheir cares partake. In those sweet placid scenes awhile they rest, Till Psyche finds her fainting strength revive ; And here her dove, as in a quiet nest, Delighted seems to sportive joy alive ; And hence they surest confidence derive. He plumes his wings, and through his swelling throat -(No more a ruffled, fearful fugitive) In gentle murmurs pours his dulcet note, While Psyche listening sits in some still vale remote. Oh! have you never known the silent charm That undisturbed retirement yields the soul, Where no intruder might your peace alarm, And tenderness hath wept without control, While melting fondness o’er the bosom stole ! _Did fancy never, in some lonely grove, Abridge the hours which must in absence roll? Those pensive pleasures did you never prove, Oh, you have never loved! you know not what is love ! Connicloooks.Cconn