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His rising cares the Hermit fpy'd,
With answering care opprefsd: • And whence, unhappy youth,' he cry'd,
• The sorrows of thy breaft?
• 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 trilling, and decay ; . And those who prize the paultry 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,
• 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 neft.
For fame, fond youth ! thy sorrows hush,
? And spurn the sex !' he said : But while he spoke, a rising blush
His love-lorn guest betray'd.
Surpriz'd he sees new beauties rise,
Swift mantling to the view,
As bright, as transient too.
The bashful look, the rising breast,
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 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.
• 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 ; • 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, . No wealth or 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 heaven refin'd, • Could nought of purity display
• To emulate his mind.
• The dew, the blossoms of the tree,
? With charms inconstant shine : • Their charms were his ; but, woe to me!
• Their conftancy was mine.