And what is friendship but a name, A fhade that follows wealth or fame, And love is still an emptier found, For fhame, fond youth; thy forrows hush, Surpriz'd he fees new beauties rife, The bashful look, the rifing breaft, The lovely stranger stands confest A maid in all her charms. And, ah, forgive a ftranger rude, Whofe feet unhallowed thus intrude But let a maid thy pity fhare, My Father liv'd befide the Tyne, And all his wealth was mark'd for mine, To win me from his tender arms Unnumber'd fuitors came: Who prais'd me for imputed charms, Each hour the mercenary crowd, Among the reft young EDWIN bow'd, In In humble fimpleft habit clad, No wealth nor power had he; Wisdom and worth were all he had, But these were all to me. The bloffom opening to the day, The dew, the bloffom on the tree, With charms inconftant shine; For ftill I try'd each fickle art, And while his paffion touch'd my heart, Till quite dejected with my scorn, And fought a folitude forlorn, In fecret where he died. But mine the forrow, mine the fault, And there forlorn, defpairing, hid, And fo for him will I. Forbid it, Heaven! the hermit cry'd, Turn, ANGELINA, ever dear, My charmer, turn to fee, Thy own, thy long-loft EDWIN here, Reftor'd to love and thee. Thus let me hold thee to my heart, And ev'ry care refign: And fhall we never, never part, No, No, never from this hour to part, The figh that rends thy constant heart, GOLDSMITH. F Leinfter fam'd for maidens fair, Nor e'er did Liffy's limpid ftream "Till luckless love and pining care Her coral lips, her damask cheeks, Oh! have you feen the lily pale So droop'd this flow-confuming maid, |