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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 ;
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,” 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 :
'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.
“ 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."
GOOD people all, of every fort,
Give ear unto my fong ;
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,
And curs of low degree.