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6 Here to the houseless child of want,
“ My door is open ftill;
“ I give it with good will.
“ Then turn to-night, and freely share
" Whate'er my cell bestows;
“ My blessing and repole.
u 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 feaft I bring;
“ Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego ;
- For earth-boro cares are wrong: “ Man wants but little here below,
“ Nor wants that little long."
Soft as the dew from hear'n descends,
His gentle accents fell :
And follows to the cell.
But nothing could a charm impart
To sooth the stranger's woe ;
And tears began to flow.
With answ'ring care oppreft : “ And whence, unhappy youth,” he cry'd,
" The forrows of thy breaft?
66 From better habitations spurn'd,
16 Reluctant doft thou rove: " Or grieve for friendship unreturn'd,
“ Or unregarded love?
" Alas the joys that fortune brings,
“ Are trifling and decay ; " And those who prize the paltry things,
“ More trifting still than they.
“ And what is friendship but a name,
6 A charm that lulls to sleep'; “A shade that follows wealth or fame, 6s 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 sorrows hush,
" And fpurn the sex,” he said : But while he spoke, a rising blush
His love-loro guest betray'd.
Surpriz'd he fece now beauties, rife,
Swift mantling to the view;
As bright, as transient too.
The bashful look, the rising breait,
Alternate spread alarms:
A maid in all her charms.
“ And, ah, forgive a stranger rude,
" A wretch forlorn,” the cry!d; he Whose feet unhallow'd thus intrude
" Where heaven and you reside.
" But let a maid thy pity Thare,
" Whom love has taught to ftray; " Who feeks for rest, but finde despair
“ Companion of her way.
« My father liv'd beside the Tyne,
“ A wealthy lord was he ; 66 And all his wealth was mark'd as mine,
• He had but only me.
56. To win me from his tender arms,
66 Unnumber'd suitors came ; Who praisd me for imputed charms, “ And felt, or feign'd a flame.
" Each hour a mercenary crowd
“ 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 pow'r had he ; “ Wisdom ard worth were all he had,
•6 But these were all to me.
" The bloffom op'ning to the day, 11
" The dews of heav'n refin'd, « Could nought of purity display,
" To emulate his mind.
56 The dew, the blossoms of the tree,
“ With charms inconstant shine ; 16 Their charms were his, but woe to me,
« Their constancy was mine,
* For ftill I try'd each fickle art, 70
“ Importunate and vain ; " And while his paflion touch'd my heart,
“ I triumph'd in his pain.
“ 'Till quite dejected with my fcorn,
66 He left me to my pride ; “ And sought a solitude forlorn,
“ In secret, where he dy’d.
" But mine the sorrow, mine the fault,
" And well my life shall pay; " I'll seek the folitude 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, Heav'n!" the hermit cry'd,
And clafp'd her to his breast : The wond'ring 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,
" Reltor'd to love and thee.
• Thus let me hold thee to my heart,
“ And ev'ry care refign : " 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,
“ Shan break thy Edwin's too.