It happened on a fummer's day, Sudden a band of rugged Scots, My fhrieks had all been fpent in vain, But heaven, that faw my grief, Brought this brave youth within my call, Who flew to my relief. With nothing but his hunting fpear, He fprung like lightning on my foes. He fought, till more affiftance came; O happy day! the youth replied: From that fond hour fhe deign'd to fmile, And when the knew my name and birth, But oh we fear'd, (alas, the while !) H 2 Sifter of haughty BOLINGBROLE* To me I thought a banish'd wight, Defpairing then to gain confent; This evening, as the night drew on, We turn'd adown the right hand path, Then lighting from our weary fleeds, Now reft ye both, the Hermit faid; * Joan, countess of Weftmoreland, mother of the young Lady, was daughter of John of Gaunt, and halffifter of king Henry ÏV. t Adjoining to the cliff, which contains the Chapel of the Hermitage, are the remains of a fmall building, in which the Hermit dwelt. This confifted of one lower Apartment, with a little Bed-chamber over it, and is now in ruins: whereas the Chapel, cut in the folid rock, is still very intire and perfect. THE END OF THE FIRST PART. THE HERMIT of WARK WORTH. A Northumberland BALLA D. L FIT THE SECOND. OVELY fmil'd the blushing morn, But lovelier far, with fweeter finile, She found her HENRY all alone, And cheer'd him with her fight; What fweet furprize o'erpower'd her breast? When fondly he befought her there To yield to be his bride. Within this lonely Hermitage There is a chapel meet: Then grant, dear maid, my fond requeft, O HENRY, when thou deign't to fuc, When thou, lov'd youth, haft won my heart, For thee I left a father's fmiles, And wilt thou then, O generous maid, Now heaven, I truft, hath joys in store Not far from hence ftands Coquet Isle There dwells a holy friar, well-known *In the little island of Coquet, near Warkworth, are still feen the ruins of a Cell, which belonged to the Benedictine monks of Tinemouth-Abbey. Thus they in fweet and tender talk With pious joy and wonder mix'd, Then ftrait to RABY's diftant walls "And now, attended by their host, And near a flight of shapely fteps, And piercing thro' a stony Arch, Ran winding up the hill. There deck'd with many a flower and herb His little Garden ftands; With fruitful trees in fhady rows, ; Then, fcoop'd within the folid rock, Each proper ornament was there, |