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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 modest manfion lay,
And strangers led astray.
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 beguild.
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 trifling, 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,
6. But leaves the wretch to weep?
“ And love is still an emptier sound,
• The haughty fair one's jest: “ On earth unseen, or only found
" To warm the turtle's neit.
« For shame, fond youth, thy sorrows hush,
“ And spurn the sex,” he said: But while he spoke, a rising blush
The bashful guest betray’d.
He fees 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 was mark'd as mine ;
“ He had but only me.
« То " To win me from his tender arms
• Unnumber'd suitors came, * Who prais’d me for imputed charms,
" And felt, or feign'd a flame.
* Each morn the gay fantastic crowd
“ With richest proffers ftrove ; Among the rest young Edwin bow'd, « But never talk'd of love.
“ In humble, simplest habit clad,
• No wealth nor power had he; “ A constant heart was all he had,
« But that was all to me,
« The blossom opening to the day,
« The news of heav'n refin'd, « Could nought of purity display,
" To emulate his mind.
" The dew, the blofom on the tree,
“ With charms inconstant shine; " Their charms were his, but woe to me,
“ Their constancy was mine.
" For still I try'd each fickle art,
“ Importunate and vain; “ And while his passion touch'd my heart,
“ I triumph'd in his pain.
“ He left me to my pride;
« In secret, where he dy'd.
life shall pay ;
" But mine the sorrow, mine the fault, " And well
my “ I'll seek the folitude he fought,
" And stretch me where he lay.
“ And, there forlorn despairing hid,
“ I'll lay me down and die : - 'Twas fo for me that Edwin did,
" And so for him will I.
“ Thou shalt not thus,” the hermit cry'd,
And clasp'd her to his breast : The wond'ring fair-one turn'd to chide ;
'Twas Edwin's self that prest.
* Turn, Angelina, ever dear,
“ My charmer, turn to see, “ Thy own, thy long-loft Edwin here,
“ Reitor'd to love and thee,
“ Thus let me hold thee to my heart,
“ And ev'ry care resign: "6 And shall we never, never part,
“ Othou my all that's mine."