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• Thon turn to-night, and freely share

• Whate'er my cell bestows; • My rulhy couch and frugal fare,

• My blessing and repose. • No flocks that range the valley free

• To Naughter I condemn; «Taught by that Pow'r that pities mes

• I learn to pity them: • But from the mountain's grassy lide

• A guiltless feast I bring ; • A scrip with herbs and fruits supply'd,

• And water from the spring, • Then, Pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego;

• All earth-born cares are wrong: • Man wants but little here below,

• Nor wants that little long.'
Soft as the dew from heav'n descends,

His gentle accents fell;
The modest stranger lowly bends,

And follows to the celt.
Far in a wilderness obfcure

The lonely manfion lay;
A refuge to the neighb'ring poor,

And strangers led astray.
No ftores beneath its humble thatch

Requir'd a master's care ;
The wicket op'ning with a latch,

Receiv'd the harmless pair.
And now, when busy crowds retire

Tu take their ev’ning resi,

The Hermit trimi'd his little fire,

And cheer'd his pensive gueft; And spread his vegetable store,

And gaily press’d, and smild; And skilld in legendary lore,

The ling’ring hours beguild.
Around in sympathetic mirth

Its tricks the kitten tries,
The cricket chirrups in the hearth,

The crackling faggot flies.
But nothing could a charm impart,

To soothe the stranger's woe ;
For grief was heavy at his heart,

And tears began to flow.
His rising cares the Hermit spy'd,

With answering care oppress'd : • And whence, unhappy youth,' he cry'd,

• The sorrows of thy breast ? • From better habitations fpurn'd,

• Raluctant dost thou rove? • Or grieve for friendship unreturn'd,

• Or unregarded love ? • Alas ! the joys that Fortune brings

Are trifling, and decay; • And those who prize the paltry things

• More trifling still than they. • And what is Friendship but a name;

• A charm that lulls to feep ; • A fhade that follows wealth or fame,

• And leaves the wretch to weep?

And Love is ftill an emptier sound,

• The modern fair one's jest ; • On earth unseen, or only found

To warm the turtle's nest. • For shame, fond youth ! thy forrows h uth,

And spurn the sex !' he said: But, while he spoke, a rising blush

His love-lorn guest betray'd. Surpris'd he sees new beauties rise,

Swift mantling to the view, .
Like colours o'er the morning skies,

As bright, as transient too.
The bashful look, the rising breaft,

Alternate spread alarms;
The lovely stranger stands confess'd

A maid in all her charms.
- And ah! forgive a stranger rude,

« A wretch forlorn,” she cry'd, “ Whose feet unhallow'd thus intrude

“ Where Heaven and you refide! “ But let a maid thy pity share,

" Whom love as taught to stray ; “ Who seeks for reft, but finds despair

“ Companion of her way. " My father liv'd beside the Tyne,

" A wealthy lord was he; “ And all his wealth was mark'd as mine;

“ He had but only me. “ To win me from his tender arms

“ Unnumber'd suitors came ;

« Who praisd me for imputed chamus,

“ And feit, o feiga'd a fame. ** Each boar a mercenary crosd

“ With richef protters ftrore; “ Among the reft young Edvin bow'd,

“ Bat never talk'd of love. “ In humble, fimpleft habit clad,

« No wealth or por't had he; " Wisdom and worth were all he had,

“ But there were all to me. « The blossom op'ning to the day,

“ The dews of heaven refin'd, “ Could nought of purity difplay

“ To emulate his mind. “ The dew, the blotroms of the tree,

“ With charms inconftant shine : “ Their charms were his; but, roe to me!

“ Their constancy was mine. « For ftill I try'd each fickle art,

• Importunate and vain ; “ And, while his passion touch'd my hcart,

“ I triumph'd in his pain : « Till quite dejected with iny fcorn,

“ He left me to my pride; " And fought a solitude forlorni,

“ In secret, where he dy'd, “ But mine the forrow, mine the fault !

“ And well my life shall pay ; " ['ll seek the solitude he foughts

“ And Nretch me where he lay!

5. And there forlorn, despairing hid,

" l’ll lay me down and die ; 66 'Twas so for me that Edwin did,

« And so for him will I!” • Forbid it, Heav'n!' the Hermit cry'd,

And clasp'd her to his breast : The wond'ring fair-one turn'd to chide.com

'Twas Edwin's self that press’d. • Turn, Angelina, ever dear;

My charmer, turn to fee " Thy own, thy long-loft Edwin here,

• Restor’d to love and thee. • Thus let me hold thee to my heart,

And ev'ry care resign: “And shall we never, never part,

• My life my all that's mine? • No, never from this hour to part; .

o We'll live and love so true, " The figh that rends thy constant heart

« Shall break thy Edwin's too!'

JAGO.

THE BLACKBIRDS,

AN ELEGY.
THE fun had chas'd the mountain snow,

And kindly loos'd the frozen soil;
The melting streams began to flow,
And ploughmen ærg'd their annual toil.

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