THE HERM I T. "TURN, gentle hermit of the dale, And guide my lonely way, To where yon taper cheers the vale With hospitable ray. "For here forlorn and lost I tread, With fainting steps and slow; Where wilds, immeasurably spread, Seem length'ning as I go." "Forbear, my son," the hermit cries, "To tempt the dang'rous gloom; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom. "Here to the houseless child of want My door is open still; And though my portion is but scant, I give it with good will. "Then turn to-night, and freely share Whate'er my cell bestows; My rushy couch and frugal fare, My blessing and repose. "No flocks that range the valley free To slaughter I condemn: Taught by that pow'r that pities me, I learn to pity them: "But from the mountain's grassy side A guiltless feast I bring; A scrip with herbs and fruits supplied, "Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego; All earth-born cares are wrong: Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long." Soft as the dew from heav'n descends, His gentle accents fell: The modest stranger lowly bends, And follows to the cell. Far in a wilderness obscure A refuge to the neighb'ring poor No stores beneath its humble thatch Requir'd a master's care; The wicket, op'ning with a latch, Receiv'd the harmless pair. And now when busy crowds retire To take their ev'ning rest, The hermit trimm'd his little fire, And cheer'd his pensive guest: And spread his vegetable store, And gaily prest, and smil'd; And, skill'd in legendary lore, The ling'ring hours beguil'd. Around in sympathetic mirth But nothing could a charm impart For grief was heavy at his heart, His rising cares the hermit spied, With answ'ring care opprest: "And whence, unhappy youth," he crie'd, The sorrows of thy breast? "From better habitations spurn'd, Reluctant dost 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, "And what is friendship but a name, A shade that follows wealth or fame, "And love is still an emptier sound, On earth unseen, or only found "For shame, fond youth, thy sorrows hush, And spurn the sex," he said: But while he spoke, a rising blush His love-lorn guest betray'd. |