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And, " Ah, forgive a stranger rude,

“ A wretch forlorn," she cry'd;

“Whose feet unhallow'd thus intrude

“Where heav'n and you reside.

“ 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.

« To win me from his tender arms,

“ Unnumber'd suitors came;

$6 Who prais'd me for imputed charms,

“ And felt, or feign'd, a flame.



“ Each hour a mercenary crowd

“ With richest proffers strove:

“ Among the rest young Edwin bow'd,

" But never talk'd of love.

« In humble, simplest habit clad,

“ Nor wealth nor power had he;

“ Wisdom and worth were all he had,

“ But these were all to me,

« The blossom opening to the day,

“ The dews of heav'n refin'd,

“ Could nought of purity display,

« To emulate his mind.

66 The dew, the blossom 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:

“ Till quite dejected with my scorn,

“ He left me to my pride;

“ And sought a solitude forlorn,

“ In secret, where he dy'd.

“ But mine the sorrow, mine the fault,

« And well my life shall pay; “ I'll seek the solitude he sought,

66 And stretch me where he lay.

" And there forlorn, despairing, hid,

“ I'll lay me down and die; « 'Twas so for me that Edwin did,

66 And so for him will I,"

“ Forbid it, heav'n!" 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-lost Edwin here,

« Restor'd to love and thee.

« Thus let me hold thee to my heart,

« And every care resign." « And shall we never, never part,

“My all that's mine?”

“ No, never,

from this hour to part,

« We'll live and love so true:

“ The sigh that rends thy constant heart,

“ Shall break thy Edwin's too."




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