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" And guide my lonely way, “ To where yon taper cheers the vale,
“ With hospitable ray.
« For here forlorn and loft I tread,
“ With fainting steps and low; " Where wilds immcafurably spread,
" Seem lengthening as I go."
• Forbear my son," the hermit cries,
"To tempt the dang'rous gloom; " For yonder faithless phantom flies " To lure thee to thy doom.
" Here to the houseless child of want,
My door is open fill; " And tho' my portion is but scant,
I give it with good will.
" Then turn to-night, and freely share
" Whate'er my cell bestows; “ My rushy couch and frugal fare,
“ My blessing and repole.
“ No flocks that range the valley free,
“ To Naughter I condemn :
" But from the mountain's grassy Gide
“ A guiltless feast I bring; “ A scrip with herbs and fruits supply'd,
" And water from the spring.
- Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego ;
- For 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 :
And follows to the cell.
l'ar in a wilderness obscure
The lonely manfion lay ;
And stranger's led astray.
No ftores beneath its humble thatch
Requir'd a master's care ;
Receiv'd the harmless pair.
And now when busy crowds retire
To take their evening reft,
And cheer'd his pensive gueft ;
And spread his vegetable store,
And gayly preft, and smild ; And fkill'd in legendary lore,
The ling’ring hour beguil'd.
Its tricks the kitten tries ;
The crackling faggot flics.
To footh the stranger's woe;
And tears began to flow.
With answ'ring care oppreft : " And whence, unhappy youth,” he cry'd,
“ The forrows of thy breaft?
“ From better habitations spurn'd,
- Reluctant doft thou rove: " Or grieve for friendship unreturn'd,
" Or unregarded love?
• Alas the joys that fortune brings,
“ Are trifling and decay ; 6 And those who prize the paltry things,“
“ More trilling till than they.
“ And what is friendship but a name,
• A charm that lulls to Neep ; 6 A shade that follows wealth or fame,
" 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 forrows huih,
“ And spurn the fex,” he said : But while he spoke, a rising blush
His love-lorn guest betray'd.
Surpriz'd he fees new beauties rise,
Swift mantling to the view;
As bright, as tranfient too.
The bashful look, the rifing breast,
Alternate spread alarms:
A maid in all her charms.
" And, ah, forgive a stranger rude,
" A wretch forlorn,” he cry'd ; 5. Whose feet anhallow'd thus intrude 6. Where heaven and
" But let a maid thy pity, share,
“ Whom love has taught to stray ; " Who feeks for rest, 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;
• Each hour a mercenary crowd
w With richest proffers ftrove ; " Among the rest young Edwin bow'd,
« But never talk d of love.
* In humble, fimpleft habit clad, .
* No wealth or pow'r had he ; * Wisdom and worth were all he had,
". But these were all to me.
“ The blossom op'ning to the day,
“ The dews of heav'n refin'd, “ Could nought of purity display,
“ To emulate his mind.
" The dew, the blossoms of the tree,
“ With charms inconftant shine ; ". Their charms were his, but woe to me,
“ Their conftancy was mine.
" For still I try'd each fickle art,
" Importuoate 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 fecret, where he dy'd.
“ But mine the sorrow, mine the fault,
" And stretch me where he lay.
" And there, forlorn, despairing hid,
“ I'll lay me down and die ! " 'Twas fo for me that Edwin did,
66 And so for him will I."