I fondly hung o'er charms still bright in death, Serenely sit; but ah ! that thought was vain. To find-not pleasure but a foreign tomb. This tottering frame, this pale and deathlike cheek, This sunken eye, this weak and nerveless arm ; Prove that the lonely wanderer soon must die, And death to me hath now full many a charm. I wander'd forth from where a city stands, In distance far, to breathe the balmy air, Till night came on, then by your taper led, I found you here, and grateful feel your care." Thus said the stranger, while with pensive sighs The cave reecho'd; from each eye the tears Flow'd quickly down; then silence reign'd again, Save when the hermit bid subside his fears. The stranger wept, nor did he cease to sigh, Deep was his agony, and great his woe. "Now listen then to me," the hermit said, "I too have felt the storms of sorrow blow. Here in this land I drew my infant breath, My Father died ere me my mother bore ; Ere that sweet angel to the tomb they bore. Talents conspicious, bright, in me were found; But what is fame? a cheat, an empty sound: I saw a maid, I lov'd her heavenly charms, And in return possess'd her ardent love; The bridal day was fix'd, but ah! I found, Blest happiness below I could not prove. Another suitor gain'd the fair one's hand, Who roll'd in luxury, and gold unknown; In frantic rage, I curs'd her heartless friends, Who forc'd from both, the deep, the heart-felt groan. Disgusted with the world I here retir❜d, Afar from men, and from their wicked ways; And happy here the winged moments fled, F 26 THE HERMIT AND THE TRAVELLER. My wife, Alas! trod in the paths of vice, For soon I found she basely lov'd my friend; Where with my child, they met untimely end. This vow I've kept, and calm'd is now my rage, And strike my harp, and at the midnight hour, And here I'll die within this stilly cave; Then laid beneath this floor by some kind hand, The stranger grateful rose, and left the cave; Thinking that each might find a hapless grave. The hermit led him forth, and show'd the way, To where the tow'ring city rear'd its head, High in the fleecy clouds that silvery shone ; They sigh'd farewell!—and from each other sped. EDWIN AND SARAH. WHEN the gloomy night is resting round, Is woke by the young and the fair. Or round the fire, with others drew near, One night, I well recollect the time, The matron who often beguil'd our time, As they trembling, round her drew. "Ill tell you a tale of another day, Now listen to me," she said; "Young Edwin in childhood lov'd to play, With Sarah the village maid. And as they grew to maturer years, Oft would they breathe the fond sigh; In some lone grove, in each others' ears, Yet scarcely could they tell why. Their friendship ripen'd to ardent love, That promis'd them bliss for years; For ah! when his friends his fondness knew, And sad was the parting of Edwin the true, And fly to thee, and the bridal day, Shall end our sorrow and pain." He ceas'd-and Sarah, the pure, and the true, The tears triekl'd down from his eyes' soft blue, The last words fell from each honied tongue, But he never caroll'd his once lov'd song, And met his belov'd one secretly, Where she kiss'd his lov'd likeness o'er. She saw him not, but from her bright eye, A tear trickled down her cheek; He mark'd her white bosom thrill with the deep sigh, And he heard his lov'd Sarah speak, |