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"No flocks that range the valley free,
To slaughter I condemn;
Taught by that Power that pities me,
I learn to pity them:

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"But from the mountain's grassy side
A guiltless feast I bring;

A scrip with herbs and fruits supplied,
And water from the spring.

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Then, pilgrim, turn; thy cares forego; All earth-born cares are wrong:

'Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.'

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Soft as the dew from Heaven descends,

His gentle accents fell:
The modest stranger lowly bends,

And follows to the cell.

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Far in a wilderness obscure

The lonely mansion lay,
A refuge to the neighb'ring poor

And strangers led astray.

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No stores beneath its humble thatch
Requir'd a master's care;

The wicket, opening with a latch,
Receiv'd the harmless pair.

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And now, when busy crowds retire
To take their evening rest,
The Hermit trimm'd his little fire,
And cheer'd his pensive guest;

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And spread his vegetable store,
And gayly press'd, and smil'd;
And, skill'd in legendary lore,
The ling'ring hours beguil'd.

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Around in sympathetic mirth
Its tricks the kitten tries,
The cricket chirrups in the hearth,
The crackling faggot flies.
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But nothing could a charm impart
To soothe the stranger's woe;
For grief was heavy at his heart,
And tears began to flow.

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His rising cares the Hermit spy'd, With answ'ring care opprest: "And whence, unhappy youth," he cry'd, "The sorrows of thy breast?

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"From better habitations spurn'd,
Reluctant dost thou rove?

Or grieve for friendship unreturn'd,
Or unregarded love?

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"Alas! the joys that fortune brings

Are trifling, and decay;

And those who prize the trifling things,
More trifling still than they.
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"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?

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"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.

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"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.

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Surpriz'd he sees new beauties rise,
Swift mantling to the view;
Like colours o'er the morning skies,
As bright, as transient too.
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The bashful look, the rising breast,
Alternate spread alarms:
The lovely stranger stands confest,
A maid in all her charms.

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"And, ah! forgive a stranger rude,
A wretch forlorn," she cried;
"Whose feet unhallow'd thus intrude
Where Heaven and you reside.

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"But let a maid thy pity share,

Whom love has taught to stray :
Who seeks for rest, but finds despair
Companion of her way.
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"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.

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"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.
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"Each hour a mercenary crowd
With richest proffers strove;
Amongst the rest young Edwin bow'd,
But never talk'd of love.

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"In humble, simplest habit clad,
No wealth nor power had he;
Wisdom and worth were all he had,
But these were all to me.

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"And when beside me in the dale,
He carol'd lays of love,

His breath lent fragrance to the gale,
And music to the grove.

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"The blossom opening to the day,
The dews of Heaven refin'd,
Could nought of purity display
To emulate his mind.

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"The dew, the blossom on the tree, With charms inconstant shine; Their charms were his, but woe to me! Their constancy was mine.

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"For still I tried each fickle art,

Importunate and vain ;

And while his passion touch'd my heart,

I triumph'd in his pain.

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"Till quite dejected with my scorn,
He left me to my pride;
And sought a solitude forlorn,

In secret, where he dy❜d.

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"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.

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"And there forlorn, despairing, hid, I'll lay me down and die;

'T was so for me that Edwin did; And so for him will I."

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"Forbid it Heaven!" the Hermit cry'd,
And clasp'd her to his breast:
The wond'ring fair one turn'd to chide,-
'T was Edwin's self that prest.
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"Turn, Angelina, ever dear,
My charmer, turn to see
Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here,
Restor❜d to love and thee.

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"Thus let me hold thee to my heart, And ev'ry care resign:

And shall we never, never part, My life, my all that's mine? 40.

"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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