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Down, that anchors on the air;
Tranfient, sickle, light, and gay.
Will the stork, intending rest,
Then, ye boasted works of men,
Pafs the world, and what's behind?
Like the life-fupporting grain,
What though hostile earth defpife,
On roy cares a period hlefs' d j
Come, with Virtue at thy side;
EDWlN AND ANGEL1NA,
*' TTuRN, gentle Hermit of the dale,
"And guide my lonely way, "To where yon taper cheers the vale
"With hofpitahle ray. ** For here forlorn and loft I tread,
"With fainting sleps and flow; "Where wilds, immeafurahly fpread,
"Seem length'ning as I go."
« Forhear, my fon,' the Hermit cries,
'To tempt the dang'rous gioom; ,
* For yonder phantom only flies
« To lure thee to thy doom.
'Here to the houfelels child of want 'My door is open still;
* And though my portion is hut fcant, * I give it with good will*
* Then turn to-night, and freely ihare
* Whate'er my cell bestows;
* My rulhy couch and frugal fare,
* My blessing and repofe.
* No flocks that range the valley free
* To flaughter I condemn;
* Taught by that Pow'r that pities me#
'I learn to pity them:
* But from the mountain's grassy side
* A guiltlefs feast I bring;
* A fcrip with herbs and fruits fupplyM,
'And water from the fpring,
* Then, Pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego j
* All earth-born cares are wrong:
* Man wants but little here below,
* Nor wants that little long.'
Soft as the dew from heav'n defcends,
His gentle accents fell;
And follows to the cell.
Tar in a wildernefs obfcure
The lonely mansion lay;
And strangers led afsray.
No stores beheath its humble thatch
Requir'd a master's care -3
Receiv'd the harmlefs pair.
And now, when bufy crowds retire
The Hermit trimin'd his little sire,
And cheer'd his penfive guest; And fpread his vegetable store,
And gaiiy prefs'j, and fmiPd; And ikill'd in legendary lore,
The ling'ring hours beguil'd.
Its tricks the kitten tries,
The crackling faggot flies.
But nothing could a charm impart,
To Ibothe the stranger's woe;
And tears began to flow.
With anfwering care opprefs'd: 'And whence, unhappy youth,' he cryM,
'The forrows of thy breast?
* From better habitations fpurn'd,
'Ratuctant dost thou rove?
* Or grieve for friendfhip unreturn'd,
'Or unregarded love?
'Alas I the joys that Fortune brings
'Are trifling, and decay; 'And thofe who prize the paltry things
'More trifling still than they. 'And what is Friendfhip but a name;
'A charm that lulls to fleep;
* A shade that follows wealth or fame,
'And leaves the wretch to weep?