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His rising cares the Hermit føyd,

With answering care oppref : “ And whence, unhappy youth," he cry'd,

“ The sorrows of thy brèaft ?

- From better Habitations spürn'a,

" Reluctant dost thou röýe : “ Or grieve for friendship unreturn’d,

“ Or unregarded love?

56 Alas! the joys that fortune brings,

" Are trilling and decây, 5. And those who prize the paltry things,

“ More trifling till than théy.

66 And what is friendthip but a name,

“ A charm that falls tò sleep; “ A fade that follows wealth or famè,

« And leaves the wretch tó 'wèép ?

5. And love is still an emptier sound,

“ The modern fair-one's jeft: “ On earth unfeen, or only found

- To warm the turtle's neft,

" For shame, fond youth, thy forróws hush,

“ And spurn the fex,” he said : But while he spoke, a rising blush

His love-lorn guest betray'd,


Surpriz'd he sees new beauties rise,

Swift mantling to the view ;
Like colours o'er the morning skies,

As bright, as transient too.

The bashful look, the rising breast,

Alternate spread alarms :
The lovely stranger stands confeft

A maid in all her charms.

“ And, ah, forgive a stranger rude,

“ A wretch forlorn,” she cry'd ; “ Whose feet unhallow'd thus intrude

" Where heaven and you refide.

“ But let a maid thy pity share,

" Whom love has taught to stray; " Who seeks for reft, 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; “ Who prais'd me for imputed charms, “ And felt, or feign'd a flame.


" Each “ Each hour a mercenary croud

“ With richest proffers ftrove : “ Among the rest young Edwin bow'd,

• But never talk'd of love. ;

" In humble, simplest habit clad,

- No wealth or power had he; “ Wisdom and worth were all he had,

« But these were all to me.

“ The blossom opening to the day,

“ The dews of heaven refin’d, “ Could nought of purity display,

" To emulate his mind.

“ The dew, the blossoms of the tree,

os With charms inconstant shine ; " Their charms were his, but wo to me,

“ Their constancy was mine.

“ For still I try'd each fickle art,

“ Importunate and vain ; 6. And while his passion touch'd my heart,

I triumph'd in his pain.

« Till quite dejected with my fcorn,

" He left me to my pride ; 66 And fought a solitude forlorn

or In secret, where he dy’d.

66 But “ But mine the forrow, mine the fault,

“ And well my life shall pay ; “ I'll seek the solitude he fought,

“ And stretch me where he lay.

" And there forlorn, despairing hid,

“ I'll lay me down and die ; “ 'Twas so for me that Edwin did,

“ And so for him will I.”

Forbid it, heaven!” the Hermit cry'd,

And clasp'd her to his breast :
The wondering fair-one turn'd to chide,

'Twas Edwin's self that prest.

" Turn, Angelina, ever dear,

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

" Restor’d to love and thee.

“ Thus let me hold thee to my heart,

“ And every care resign: . And shall we never, never part,

“ My life---my all that's mine.

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“ No, never, from this hour to part,

“ We'll live and love fo true, " The figh that rends thy constant heart,

“ Shall break thy Edwin's too."

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GOOD people all, of every fort,

Give ear unto my fong ;
And if you find it wonderous short,

It cannot hold you long,

In Iing-ton there was a man,

Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he ran,

Whene'er he went to pray.

A kind and gentle heart he had,

To comfort friends and foes; The naked every day he clad,

When he put on his cloaths.

And in that town a dog was found,

As many dogs there be,
Both mungrel, puppy, whelp, and hound,

And curs of low degree.


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