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. THE H E R M Ι. T.
URN, gentle bermit of the dale,
" And guide my lonely way, " To where yon taper cheers thc vale,
“ With hospitable ray,
« For here forlorn and loft I tread,
“ With fainting steps and flow; " Where wilds immcasurably spread,
“ Scem 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 bleffing and repose.
“ No flocks that range the valley free,
• To Naughter I condemn : “ Taught by that power that pities me,
“ I learn to pity them :
" But from the mountain's graffy fide
" A guiltless feast I bring ; “ A scrip with herbs and fruits supply'd,
or And water from the fpring.
" 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.
Iar in a wilderness obscure
The lonely manfion lay;
And Itranger’s led astray.
No stores 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 penfive guest ;
And spread his vegetable ftore,
And gayly preft, and smild; And skill'd in legendary lore,
The ling’ring hour beguild.
Its tricks the kitten tries ;
The crackling faggot flics.
But nothing could a charm impart
To footh the ftranger's woe;
And tears began to flow.
With answ'ring care oppreft : “ And whence, unhappy youth," he cry'd,
“ The sorrows of thy breast ?
• From better habitations spurn’d,
os Reluctant doft thou rove: “ Or grieve for friendship unreturn'd,
" Or unregarded love?
“ Alas the joys that fortune brings,
“ Are triling and decay ; 66 And those who prize the paltry things,
“ More trilling till than they.
" And what is friendship but a name,
" A charm that lulls to seep ; 66 A shade that follows wealth or fame, 66 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 hush,
" 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 transient too.
The bashful look, the rising 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 unhallow'd thus intrude " Where heaven and you
" 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."