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• Forbid it. Hear'n !" the hermit cry!d,

And clasp'd her to his breaft: The wond'ring'fair one türn'd to chide,

'Twas Edwin's self that prett.

" Turn, Angelina, ever dear,

“ My charmer, turn to see " Thy own, thy long-loft Edwin here,

" Restor'd to love and thee.

56 Thus let me hold thee to my heart,

“ And ev'ry care resign: " And shall we never, never part,

My life -my all that's mine.

“ No, never, from this hour to part,

6. We'll live and love so true, « The figh that rends thy constant heart,

“ Shafi break thy Edwin's too.

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Or by the lazy Scheld, or wandering Po;
Or onward, where the rude. Carinthian boor,
Against the houseless ftranger shuts the door;
Or where Campania's plain forsaken lies,
A weary waste expanding to the skies;
Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see,
My heart untravell’d fondly turns to thee :
Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain,
And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.

* In this poem several alterations were made, and fome new verses added, as it passed through different editions. We have printed it from the ninth, which was the last edition published in the lifetime of the author.

Eternal blessings crown my earliest friend,
And round his dwelling guardian faints attend;
Bleft be that spot, where chearful guests retire
To pause from toil, and trim their ev'ning fire ;
Bleft that abode, where want and paio repair,
And ev'ry stranger finds a ready chair.
Bleft be those feasts with simple plenty crown'd,
Where all the ruddy family around
Laugh at the jefts or pranks that never fail,
Or figh with pity at some mournful tale,
Or press the bashful ftranger to his food,
And learn the luxury of doing good.

But me, not deftin'd such delights to share,
My prime of life in wand'ring spent and care :
Impellid, with steps unceasing, to pursue
Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view;
That, like the circle bounding earth and skies ;
Allures from far, yet, as I follow. Aies ;
My fortune leads to traverse realms alone,
And find no spot of all the world my own.

Ev'n now, where Alpine folitudes afcend,
I fit me down a pensive hour to spend ;
And, plac'd on high above the storm's career,
Look downward where an hundred realms appear ;
Lakes, foreits, cities, plains extending wide,
The pomp of kings, the shepherd's humble pride.

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When thus Creation's charms around combine,
Amidst the store, should thankless pride repine ?
Say, should the philofophic mind disdain
That good, which makes each humbler bofom vain?
Let school-taught pride dissemble all it can,
These little things are great to little man ;
And wiser, he, whose sympathetic mind
Exults in all the good of all mankind.
Ye glitt’ring towns with wealth and splendor crown'd
Ye fields where summer spreads profusion round.

Ye lakes, whose veffels catch the busy gale,
Ye bending (wains, that dress the flow'ry vale,
For me your tributary stores combine ;
Creation's heir, the world, the world is mine.

As some lone miser visiting his store,
Bends at his treasure, counts, recounts it o'er;
Hoards after hoards his rising raptures fill,
Yet ftill he fighs, for hoards are wanting ftill:
Thus to my breast alternate paffione rise,
Pleas'd with each good that heav'n to man supplies :
Yet oft a sigh prevails, and forrow's fall,
To see the hoard of human bliss so small;
· And oft I wish, amidst the scene, to find

Some spot to real happiness consign'd,
Where my worn-soul, each wanal'ring hope at rest,
May gather bliss to see my fellows bleft.

But where to find that happiest 'spot below, Who can direct when all pretend to know? The sudd'ring tenant of the frigid zone Boldly proclaims that happieft fpot his own, Extols the treasures of his stormy seas, And his long night of revelry and ease; The naked negro, panting at the line, Boafts of his gokden fands and palmy wine, Basks in the glare, or ftems the tepid wave, And thanks his Gods for all the good they gave. Such is the patriot’s boast, where'er we roam, His first best country ever is, at home. And yet, perhaps, if countries we compare And estimate the blessings which they share, Tho' patriots flatter, ftill fall wisdom find An equal pertion dealt to all mankind, As different good, by art or nature given, To different nations make their blefliogs even.

Nature, a mother kind alike to all,
Still grants her bliss at labour's earneft call ;

With food as well the peasant is fupply'd
On Idra's cliffs as Arno's Melry fide ;
And though the rocky crefted fummits frown,
These rocks, by custom, turn to beds of down.
From art more various are the blessings fent ;
Wealth, commerce, honour; liberty, content.
Yet these each other's pow'r so strong conteit,
That either seems destructive of the rest.
Where wealth and freedom reign contentment fails,
And honour finks where commerce long prevails.
Hence ev'ry state to one lov'd blessing prone,
Conforms and models life to that alone.
Each to the fav’rite happiness attends,
And spurns the plan that aims at other ends ;
'Till, carried to excess in each domain,
This fav’rite good begets peculiar pain.

But let us view these truths with closer eyes, And trace them through the prospect as it lies : Here for a while my proper cares resign'd, Here let me fit in sorrow for mankind, Like yon neglected shrub at random cast, That shades the steep, and fighs at ev'ry blast.

Far to the right where Appennine ascends, Bright as the summer, Italy extends'; Its uplands Noping deck the mountain's fide, Woods over woods in gay theatric pride; While oft fome temple's mould'ring top between, With venerable grandeur marks the scene.

Could nature's bounty satisfy the breast, The sons of Italy were surely blest. Whatever fruits in different climes were found, That proudly rife, or humbly court the ground; Whatever blooms in torrid tracts appear, Whofe bright succession decks the varied year; Whatever sweets salute the northern sky With vernal lives that blossom but to die;

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