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te world recedes; it disappears!
av'n opens on my eyes! my ears
THE HERMIT. FAR in a wild, unknown to public view, , From youth to age a rev'rend Hermit grew; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well : , Remote from man, with God he pass'd his days, Pray’r all his business, all his pleasure praise.
A life so facred, such serene repose, Seem'd heav'n itself, till one suggestion rose That Vice should triumph, Virtue Vice obey ; This Sprung some doubt of Providence's sway : His hopes no more a certain prospect boast, And all the tenor of his soul is loft. So when a smooth expanse receives imprest Calm Nature's image on its watry breast, Down bend the banks, the trees depending grow, And skies beneath with answering colours glow : But if a stone the gentle sea divide, Swift ruffling circles curl on ev'ry side,
And glimm'ring fragments of a broken sun ;
To clear this doubt, to know the world by fight,
The morn was wasted in the pathless grass, And long and lonesome was the wild to pass ; But when the southern sun had warm'd the day, A youth came polting o'er, a crossing way; His raiment decent, his complexion fair, i And soft in graceful ringlets way'd his hair : Then near approaching, Father, hail !' he cry'd; " And · Hail, my fon!' the rey'rend fire reply'd : Words follow'd words, from question answer flow'd, And talk of various kind deceiv'd the road; Till each with other pleas'd, and loth to part, While in their age they differ, join in heart. Thus stands an aged elm in ivy bound, Thus youthful ivy clasps an elm around.
Now funk the sun; the closing hour of day. Came onward, mantled o'er with fober gray; Nature in llence bid the world repose ; When near the road a stately palace rose: There, by the moon, thro’ ranks of trees they pass, Whose verdure crown’d their noping fides of grafs. * It chanc'd the noble master of the dome buill made his house the wand’ring stranger's home
Yet ftill the kindness, from a thirst of praise,
At length 'tis morn, and at the dawn of day
Then, pleas'd and thankful, from the porch they go;
The younger guest purloin'd the glitt’ring prize. - As one that spies a ferpent in his way,
Clift'ning and balking in the summer ray, sa Disorder'd, stops to shun the danger near,
Then walks with faintness on, and looks with fear;
Murm'ring he lifts his eyes, and thinks it hard • That yen'rous actions meet a base reward.
While thus they pars, the fun his glory throuls, The changing kies hang out sheir Cable clouds į
A found in air presagid approaching rain, And beasts to covert scud across the plain. Warn'd by the signs, the wand'ring pair retreat To seek for shelter at a neighb'ring feat. 'Twas built with turrets on a rising ground, And strong, and large, and unimprov'd around; Its owner's temper, tim'rous and severe, Unkind and griping, caus'd a defert there. As near the miser's heavy door they drew, Fierce rising gusts with sudden fury blew; The nimble light'ning mix'd with show'rs began,' And o'er their heads loud rolling thunder ran. Here long they knock, but knock or call in vain, Driv'n by the wird, and batter’d by the rain. At length some pity warm'd the master's breast, i ('Twas then his threshold first receiv'd a guest): Slow creaking turns the door with jealous care, And half he welcomes in the shiv'ring pair ; One frugal faggot lights the naked walls, And nature's fervor through their limbs recals: Bread of the coarseft fort, with meager wine, (Each hardly granted), serv'd them both to dine ; And when the tempest first appear'd to cease, A ready warning bid them part in peace.
With still remark the pond'ring Hermit view'da ? In one so rich, a life so poor and rude ; And why should such (within himself he cry d) Lock the lost wealth a thousand want beside? But what new marks of wonder foon take place In ev'ry settling feature of his face, When from his veft the young companion borg That cup the gen'rous landlord own'd before
And paid profusely with the precious bowl
But now the clouds in airy tumult fly;
While hence they walk the Pilgrim's bosom wrought With all the travail of uncertain thought: His partner's acts without their cause appear; 'Twas there a vice, and seem'd a madness here; Detesting that, and pitying this he goes, Loft and confounded with the various shows.
Now Night's dim shades again involve the iky ; ) Again the wand'rers want a place to lie; Again they search, and find a lodging nigh. The soil improv'd around, the manfion neat, And neither poorly low, nor idly great ; It seem'd to speak the master's turn of mind, Content, and not for praise but virtue kind.
Hither the walkers turn their weary feet,
“ Without a vain, without a grudging heart,