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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, 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 ;
• 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,
And follows to the cell.
Far shelter'd in a glade obscure
The modeft manfion lay,
And strangers led aftray.
No stores beneath its humble thatch,
Requir'd a master's care,
Receiv'd the harmless pair.
And now when worldly crowds retire
To revels or to rest,
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 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 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;
As bright, as tranfient too.
Her looks, her lips, her panting breaft,
Alternate spread alarms;
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.