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Far, in a wilderness obscure
The lonely mansion lay
And strangers led astray.
Requir'd a master's care;
Received the harmless pair.
To take their evening rest,
And cheer'd his pensive guest;
And gaily press'd, and smil'd; And, skill'd in legendary lore,
The lingering hours beguiled.
Its tricks the kitten tries-
The crackling faggot flies ;
To soothe the stranger's woe-
And tears began to flow.
His rising cares the hermit spied.
With answering care oppress'd; “And whence, unhappy youth,” he cried,
“ The sorrows of thy breast ?
Reluctant dost thou rove?
Or unregarded love
“Alas ! the joys that fortune brings
Are trifling, and decayAnd those who prize the paltry things,
More trifling still than they;
“ And what is friendship but a name,
A charm that lulls to sleep-
And leaves the wretch to weep?
“And love is still 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 sorrows hush
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.
" And, ah ! forgive a stranger rude,
A wretch forlorn,” she cried 6 Whose feet unhallow'd thus intrude
Where heaven and you reside ;
“But let a maid thy pity share,
Whom love has taught to strayWho seeks for rest, but finds despair
Companion of her way.
“My father lived beside the Tyne
A wealthy lord was he;
He had but only me.
“ To win me from his tender arms
Unnumber'd suitors came;
And felt or feign'd a flame.
* Each hour a mercenary crowd
With richest proffers strove; Among the rest young Edwin bow'd
But never talk'd of love.
* In humble, simplest habit clad,
Yo wealth or power had he; Wisdom and worth were all he had
But these were all to me.
• And when, beside me in the dale,
He carol'd lays of love,
And music to the grove.
The dews of heaven refined, Could nought of purity display
To emulate his mind.
“ The dew, the blossom on the tree,
With charms inconstant shine; Their charms were his; but, woe to me,
Their constancy was mine.
“ For still I tried each fickle art,
Importunate and vain; And while his passion touch'd my heart,
I triumph'd in his pain.
? Till quite dejected with my scorn,
He left me to my pride; And sought a solitude forlorn,
In secret, where he died.
“But mine the sorrow, mine the fault,
And well my life shall pay;
And stretch me where he lay.
“And there, forlorn, despairing, hid.m
I'll lay me down and die;
And so for him will I.”
“ Forbid it, heaven !" the hermit cried,
And clasp'd her to his breast: The wondering fair one turn'd to chide
'Twas Edwin's self that press’d. “ Turn, Angelina! ever dear
My charmer, turn to see
Restored to love and thee.
“Thus let me hold thee to my heart,
And every care resign;
My life my all that's mine?
We'll live and love so true;
Shall break thy Edwin's too.”
THE DOUBLE TRANSFORMATION.
SECLUDED from domestic strife,
Such pleasures, unalloy'd with care,
So, with decorum all things carried,
Need we expose to vulgar sight
The honey-moon like light'ning flew;
Skill'd in no other arts was she
Thus, as her faults each day were known,