XIV. Around in sympathetic mirth Its tricks the kitten tries, The crackling faggot flies. XV. But nothing could a charm impart To soothe the strangers woe; For grief was heavy at his heart, And tears began to flow. XVI. His rising cares the Hermit spy'd, With answ'ring care opprest: “ And whence, unhappy youth,” he cry'd, “ The sorrows of thy breast? XVII. “ From better habitations spurn'd, « Reluctant dost thou rove? “ Or grieve for friendship unreturn'd, “ Or unregarded love? XVIII. “ Alas! the joys that fortune brings, “ Are trifling and decay; « And those who prize the paltry things, “ More trifling still than they. " And XIX. “ 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? XX. “ 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. XXI, “ 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. XXII. Surpriz'd he sees new beauties rise, Swift mantling to the view; As bright, as transient too. XXIII. The bashful look, the rising breast, Alternate spread alarms: A maid in all her charms. * And, XXIV. “And, ah! forgive a stranger rude, “A wretch forlorn,” she cry'd; 6 Whose feet unhallow'd thus intrude “ Where Heav'n and you reside. XXV. “ But let a maid thy pity share, “ Whom love has taught to stray: • Who seeks for rest, but finds despair “Companion of her way. XXVI. • My father liv'd beside the 'Tyne, « A wealthy lord was he; 6 And all his wealth was mark'd as mine, “He had but only me. XXVIT. " To win me from his tender arms, - Unnumber'd suitors came; “ Who praisd me for imputed charms, “ And felt, or feign'd a flame. a XXVIII. « Each hour a mercenary crowd “ With richest proffers strove; “ Amongst the rest young Edwin bow'd “ But never talk'd of love. را ،، XXIX. “In humble simplest habit clad, “ No wealth nor power had he; • Wisdom and worth were all he had, " But these were all to me. “ And when, beside mein the dale, “ He carold lays of love, “ His breath lent fragrance to the gale, • And music to the grove. XXXI. i6 The blossom opening to the day, “ The dews of Heaven refin'd - Could nought of purity display • To emulate his mind. XXXII. “ The dew, the blossom on the tree, os With charins inconstant shine; 66 Their charms were his, but woe to me, “ Their constancy was mine, XXXIII. " For still I tried each fickle art, Importunate and vain; “And while his passion touch'd my heart, “ I triumph'd in his pain. * This stanza, never before printed, was communicated by Richard Archdal, Esq. who received it from the Author himself. « Till > XXXIV. « Till quite dejected with my scorn, “ He left me to my pride; “ And sought a solitude forlorn, “ In secret where he dy’d. XXXV. “ But mine the sorrow, mine the fault, “ And well my life shall pay ;. “ I'll seek the solitude he sought, “ And stretch me where he lay. XXXVI. " And there forlorn despairing hid, “ I'll lay me down and die ; “'Twas so for me that Edwin did; « And so for him will I." XXXVII. And clasp'd her to his breast : 'Twas Edwin's self that prest. XXXVIII. “ Turn, Angelina, ever dear, “ My charmer turn to see “ Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here, « Restor'd to love and thee. « Thus |