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But the mysterious Sanctum is conceal'd,
To vulgar Eyes that must not be reveal'd;
To your Alcove your Splendours you confine,
Like a Bright Saint veil'd in a Sable Shrine;
As the Chast Goddess of the silent Night,
You Reign alone, retir'd from Gaudy Light;
So Mourning Cinthia with her Starry Train,
Wept the sad Fate of her Lov'd Sleeping Swain.
FINIS.
ADVERTISEMENT.
A Pindarick on the Death of our late Sovereign, with an Ancient Prophecy on His Present Majesty. Written by Mrs. Behn.
A Poem on the Sacred Memory of our late Sovereign: with a Congratulation to his Present Majesty. Written by Mr. Tate.
THE Vision: A Pindarick Ode: Occasion'd by the Death of our Late Sovereign King CHARLES the Second, by Edm. Arivaker, M.A.
A Piindarick Ode on the Sacred Memory of our Late Gracious Sovereign King CHARLES the Second: To which is added another Essay on the same occasion, by Sir F. F. Knight of the Bath.
Are all Four to be sold by Henry Playford near, the Temple-Church.
