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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.'
His gentle accents fell;
And follows to the celt.
The lonely manfion lay;
And strangers led astray.
Requir'd a master's care ;
Receiv'd the harmless pair.
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.
Its tricks the kitten tries,
The crackling faggot flies.
To soothe the stranger's woe ;
And tears began to flow.
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, .
As bright, as transient too.
Alternate spread alarms;
A maid in all her charms.
« 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!'
And kindly loos'd the frozen soil;