EXTEMPORE
in
the
GARDEN
of
a
CONVENT
belonging
to
LES
SOEURS
NOIR
,
à
BOURBURG
.
Hail
blest
retirement
!
to
this
calm
retreat
The
sorrowing
wretch
may
turn
her
weary
feet
;
Here
hopes
,
and
fears
,
and
wishes
,
sink
to
rest
,
And
,
here
,
serene
becomes
the
tortur'd
breast
;
No
anxious
cares
can
here
the
mind
alarm
,
No
hope
for
pleasure
,
nor
no
dread
of
harm
;
Far
from
temptation's
wiles
these
saints
reside
,
Heaven
their
pursuit
,
and
innocence
their
guide
;
Wrong-judging
world
!
that
deem
these
cells
the
tomb
,
And
think
these
walls
conceal
despairing
gloom
,
Approach
and
view
the
inmates
of
this
place
,
Their
peaceful
manner
,
tranquil
,
smiling
face
;
Approach
,
and
learn
from
these
so
truly
good
,
Where
Heaven
resides
,
nor
discontents
intrude
,
Where
true
religion
,
unaffected
truth
,
The
constant
guide
of
their
unerring
youth
,
At
length
shall
lead
them
to
the
blest
abode
Of
kindred
saints
,
their
Saviour
and
their
God
.