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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; « For here forlorn and loft I tread,

With fainting steps and Now, « Where wilds, immeasurably spread,

“ Seem length’ning as I go.” “ Forbear, my son,” the Hermit cries,

To tempt the dang'rous gloom ; “For yonder phantom only tlies

“ To lure thee to thy doom. “ Here, to the houseless child of want,

My door is open still; " And though my portion is but scant,

“ I give it with good will. 6. Then turn to-night, and freely share

“ Whate'er my cell bestowsMy rushy couch and frugal fare,

“ My blesling and repose.

« No flocks that range the valley free

“ To Naughter I condemn“ Taught by that Power that pities me,

“ I learn to pity them:. “ But from the mountain's grassy 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

66 All earth-born cares are wrong“ Man wants but little here below,

“ Nor wants that little long."
Soft as the dew from heaven descends,

His gentle accents fell:
The grateful ftranger lowly bends,

And follows to the cell.

Far shelter'd in a glade obscure

The modeft mansion lay-
A refuge to the neighb'ring poor

And strangers led aftray.
No stores beneath its humble thatch

Requir'd a master's care-
The wicket opening with a latch,

Receiv'd the harmless pair.
And now, when busy crowds retire

To take their ev’ning reft,
The Hermit trimm'd his little fire,

And cheer'd his penfive gueft;

And spread his vegetable store,

And gaily prest and smil'd! And, skill'd in legendary lore,

The ling’ring hours beguild.
Around, in sympathetic mirth,

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

The crackling faggot flies.
But nothing could a charm impart

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

And tears began to flow.
His rising cares the Hermit spy'd,

With answering care oppreft: “ And whence, unhappy youth,” he cry'd,

“ The sorrows of thy breaft? “ From better habitation spurn’d,

66 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 till than they. " And what is friendship but a name

A charm that lulls to sleep “ A fhade that follows wealth or fame,

" And leaves the wretch to weep?

“ And love is still an emptier sound

“ The modern fair-one's jest; « On earth unseen, or only found

To warm the turtle's nest.

For shame, fond youth-thy sorrows hush,

" And spurn the sex,” he said; But while he spoke, 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 transient too.
The bashful look, the rising breast,

Alternate spread alarms
The lovely stranger stands confest

A maid in all her charms !

“ And, ah! forgive a stranger rude,

“ A wretch forlorn,” she cried; « Whose feet unhallow'd thus intrude

" Where heaven and you reside: “ But let a maid thy pity share,

“ Whom love has taught to stray; 6. Who seeks for rest, but finds despair

« Companion of her way. 6. My father liv'd beside the Tyne,

A wealthy Lord was he; " And all his wealth was mark'd as minem

“ He had but only me.

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