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TURN, gentle hermit of the dale

“ And guide my lonely way, " To where yon taper cheers the vale,

" With hospitable ray. r. For here forlorn and lost I tread,

“ With fainting step and flow; “ Where wilds immeasurably spread, “ Seem lengthening as I go."

“ Forbear,

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« Forbear, my son," the hermit cries,

To tempt the dangerous gloom ; “ For yonder phantom only fies

" To lure thee to thy doom.

86 Here to the houseless child of want,

“ My door is open still: “ And tho' my portion is but scant,

“ I give it with good will.

“ Then turn to-night, and freely fare

“ 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 power that pities me,
" I learn to pity them.

• But from the mountain's graffy fide,

A guiltless feast I bring ; A scrip with herbs and fruits supply'd,

And water from the spring.

" Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego ;

« For 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 grateful ftranger lowly bends,

And follows to the cell.

Far shelter'd in a glade obscure

The modeft manfion lay,
A refuge to the neighbouring poor,

And strangers led aftray.

No stores beneath its humble thatch,

Requir'd a master's care,
The door just opening with a latch,

Receiv'd the harmless pair.

And now when worldly crowds retire

To revels or to rest,
The hermit trimm'd his little fire,

And chear'd his penfive guest :

And spread his vegetable store,

And gaily, prest and smild: And skill'd in legendary lore,

The lingering hours beguil'd.

Around in sympathetic mirth

Its tricks the kitten tries,
The cricket chirrups in the hearth ;

The crackling faggot flies,

But But nothing could a charm impart

To soothe the franger's woe ; For grief was heavy at his heart,

And tears began to flow :

His rising cares the hermit spy'd,

With answering care opprest: " And whence, unhappy youth," he cry'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 triling, and decay : “ And those who prize the paltry things,

“ More trifling still than they.

“ And what is friendship but a name,

« A charm that lulls to sleep ; " A shade that follows wealth or fame,

- But leaves the wretch to weep?

« And love is still an emptier found,

The haughty fair one's jest: “ On earth unseen, or only found

" To warm the turtle's neit.

" For

" For shame, fond youth, thy sorrows hus,

And spurn the sex,” he said: But while he spoke, a rising blush

The bashful guest betray'd.

He sees unnumber'd beauties rise,

Expanding to the view;
Like clouds that deck the morning skies,

As bright, as tranfient too.

Her looks, her lips, her panting breaft,

Alternate spread alarms;
The lovely stranger stands confeft

A maid in all her charms.

And, “ Ah! forgive a stranger rude,

" A wretch forlorn,” she cry'd; " Whose feet unhallow'd thus intrude " Where heav'n and



« But let a maid thy pity share,

" Whom love has taught to stray: “ Who seeks for rest, but finds despair

“ Companion of her way.

My father liv'd beside the Tyne,

“ A wealthy lord was he; " And all his wealth as mark'd

“ He had but only me.


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