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• But first upon my trne-love's grave
My weary limbs I'll lay;
That wraps his breathless clay.'
'Yet, stay, fair lady, stay awhile
Beneath this cloister wall :
And drizzly rain doth fall.'
"O stay me not, thou holy friar,
O stay me not, I pray!
Can wash my fault away.'
"Yet stay, fair lady, turn again,
And dry those pearly tears ;
Thy own trne-love appears.
“Here, forc'd by grief and hopeless love,
These holy weeds I sought.
To end my days I thought.
* But, haply, for my year of grace
Is not yet pass'd away,
No longer would I stay.'
Now farewell grief, and welcome joy
Once more unto my heart;
We never more will parti
DIALOGUE BETWEEN A PILGRIM AND TRA
* As ye came from the holy land
of blessed Walsingham, O met you not with my true-love,
As by the way ye came?'
• How should I know your true-love;
That have met many a one, As I came from the holy land,
That have both come and gone?'
My love is neither white nor brown,
But as the heavens fair;
Either in earth, or air.'
"Such an one did I meet, good sir,
With an angelic face;
Both in her gait, her grace.'
Yes, she hath clean forsaken me
And left me all alone ;
And called me her own.'
• What is the cause she leaves thee thus,
And a new way doth take;
And thee her joy did make ?!
"I that lov'd her all my youth,
Grow old now as you see ; Love liketh not the falling fruit,
Nor yet the withered tree.
For love is like a careless child,
Forgetting promise past;
His faith is never fast.
• His fond desire is fickle found,
And yields a trustless joy;
And lost ey'n with a toy..
• Such is the love of womankind,
Of Love's fair name abus'd, Beneath which many vain desires,
And follies are excus'd.
But true love is a lasting fire,
Which viewless vestals tend, That burns for ever in the soul, And knows nor change nor end.'
EDWIN AND ANGELINA.
And guide my lonely way,
With hospitable ray.
'For here forlorn and lost I tread, 5.10.14]
With fainting steps and slow ; -, syd 234,00* Where wilds, immeasnrably spready
Seem lengthening as I go..
'Forbear, my son, the hermit cries,
"To tempt the dangerous gloom;, For yonder phantom only flies,
To lure thee to thy doom.
“Here to the houseless child of want,
My door is open still;
I give it with good will,
“Then turn to-night, and freely share
Whate'er my cell bestows;
My blessing and repose.
No flocks that range the valley free,
To slaughter I condemn :
I learn to pity them.
But from the mountain's grassy side,
A guiltless feast I bring ;
And water from the spring.
"Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares foregoi
For earth-born.cares are wrong: Man wants but little here below,
Nor wants that little longa VOL. V.
Soft as the dew from heav'n descends,
His gentle accepts fell :
And follows to the cell.
Far in a wilderness obscure
The lonely mansion lay:
And stranger 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 revels or to rest,
And cheer'd his pensive guest :
And spread his vegetable store,
And gaily press'd, and smild; And skill'd in legendary lore,
The lingering hours beguild.
Around in sympathetic mirth
Its tricks the kitten tries;
The crackling faggot flies.
But nothing could a charm impart
To sooth the stranger's woe; For grief was heavy at his heart,
And tears began to flow.