To fan this fpark of Heaven, this ray divine,
Still, O my foul; ftill be thy dear employ;
Still thus to wander through the shades be thine,
And fwell thy breaft with vifionary joy!

So to the dark-brow'd wood, or facred mount,
In ancient days, the holy feers retir'd;
And led in vifion, drank at Siloe's fount,
While rifing extafies their bosom fir'd:

Reftor'd creation bright before them rose,

The burning deserts fmil'd as Eden's plains, One friendly fhade the wolf and lambkin chofe, The flowery mountain fung, Messiah reigns !

Though fainter raptures my cold breast inspire,
Yet let me oft frequent his folemn scene;
Oft to the abbey's fhatter'd walls retire,
What time the moonfhine dimly gleams between;

There where the crofs in hoary ruin nods,

And weeping yews 'oer fhade the letter'd ftones While midnight filence wraps these drear abodes, And foothes me wandering o'er my kindred bones;

Let kindled Fancy view this glorious moon
When from the bursting graves the juft fhall rife,
All Nature smiling and by angels borne,
Meffiah's cross far blazing o'er the skies!

EDWIN AND ANGELINA

"TURN,

BY GOLDSMITH.

URN, gentle Hermit of the dale,
And guide my lonely way

To where yon taper chears the vale
• With hospitable ray.

For here forlorn and loft I tread,
'With fainting steps and flow;
Where wilds immeafurably spread,
'Seem length'ning as I go,!-

Forbear my fon the hermit cries,
To tempt the dangerous gloom!
For yonder phantom only flies
To lure thee to thy doom.

Here to the houfelefs child of want · My door is open ftill,

And though my portion is but fcant,

'I give it with good will.

Then turn to-night, and freely share

'Whate'er my cell beftows:

My rufhy couch and frugal fare,
My bleffing and repose,

No flocks that range the valley free

To flaughter I condemn;

< Taught by that Power that pities me, 'I learn to pity them:

But from the mountains graffy fide 'A guiltless feast I bring;

A fcrip with herbs and fruits fupply'd, And water from the fpring.

• 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 heaven defcends,
His gentle accents fell;

The modeft ftranger lowly bends,

And follows to the cell.

Far in a wilderness obfcure

The lonely mansion lay;

A refuge to the neighb'ring poor,

And strangers led astray'

No ftores beneath its humble thatch

Requir'd a mafter's care;

The wicket op'ning with a latch

Receiv'd a harmless pair

And now when bufy crouds retire
To take their evening rest,
The hermit trimm'd his little fire,
And chear'd his penfive guest;

But nothing could a charm impart,
To foothe the ftranger's woe;
For grief was heavy at his heart,
And tears began to flow.

His rifing cares, the Hermit spy'd
With anfwering care opprefs'd;
And whence, unhappy youth,' he cry'd
"The forrows of thy breaft?

From better habitations fpurn'd,
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 trifling ftill than they.

And what is friendship but a name.
A charm that lulls to fleep:
A fhade that follows wealth or fame,
And leaves the wretch to weep,

And love is ftill an emptier found,
'The modern fair-one's jeft;
On earth unfeen, or only found
To warm the turtle's nest.

For fhame, found youth! thy forrows hush,
And fpurn the fex l'he faid:
But while he fpokę, a rising blush
His love-lorn guest betray'd.

Surpris'd he fees new beauties rise,
Swift mantling to the view,
Like colours o'er the morning skies,
As bright, as tranfient too.

The bafhful look, the rifing breaft,
Alternate spread alarms;

The lovely ftranger ftands confefs'd

A maid in all her charms.

P