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[CANTO III.
CHILDE HAROLD’S PILGRIMAGE.

That tender mystery, will love the more;
For this is Love's recess, where vain men's woes,
And the world's waste, have driven him far from those,[1]
For 'tis his nature to advance or die;
He stands not still, but or decays, or grows
Into a boundless blessing, which may vie
With the immortal lights, in its eternity!


CIV.

'Twas not for fiction chose Rousseau this spot,
Peopling it with affections; but he found
It was the scene which Passion must allot
To the Mind's purified beings; 'twas the ground
Where early Love his Psyche's zone unbound,[2]
And hallowed it with loveliness: 'tis lone,
And wonderful, and deep, and hath a sound,
And sense, and sight of sweetness; here the Rhone
Hath spread himself a couch, the Alps have reared a throne.


CV.

Lausanne! and Ferney! ye have been the abodes
Of Names which unto you bequeathed a name;N22
Mortals, who sought and found, by dangerous roads,

A path to perpetuity of Fame:
  1. ——have driven him to repose.—[MS.]
  2. [Compare Confessions of J. J. Rousseau, lib. iv., passim.]