Yet stay fair lady; rest awhile

Beneath this cloyster wall: See through the hawthorn blows the cold wind,

And drizzly rain doth fall.

O stay me not, thou holy friar;

O ftay me not I pray ;
No drizzly rain that falls on me,
Can wash

my
fault

away.

Yet ftay, fair lady, turn again,

And dry those pearly tears ; For fee beneath this

gown Thy own true-love appears.

of gray

Here forc'd by grief, and hopeless love

These holy weeds I fought: And here amid these lonely walls

To end my days I thought.

But haply for my year of grace

Is not yet pass'd away,
Might I still hope to win thy love,

No longer would I stay.

Now

Now farewel grief, and welcome joy

Once more unto my heart;
For fince I have found thee, lovely youth,

We never more will part.

Percy.

URN, gentle hermit of the dale,

And guide my lonely way,
To where
yon taper

cheers the vale,
With hofpitable ray.

For here forlorn and loft I tread,

With fainting steps and flow;
Where wilds, immeasurably spread,

Seem lengthening as I go.

Forbear, my son, the hermit cries,

To tempt the dangerous gloom;
For yonder phantom only fies

To lure thee to thy doom,

Here

Here to the houseless child of want,

My door is open ftill;
And tho' my portion is but fcant,

I give it with good will.

Then turn to-night, and freely share
Whate'er my

cell bestows;
My ruhy couch, and frugal fare,

My blessing and repose.

No flocks that range the valley free,

To slaughter I condemn :
Tauglit by that power that pities me,

I learn to pity them.

But from the mountain's graffy fide,

A guiltless feast I bring;
A fcrip with herbs and fruits fupply'd,

And water from the spring.

Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego;

For earth-born cares are wrong: Man wants but little here below,

Nor wants that little long.

Soft as the dew from heav'n descends,

His gentle accents fell:
The modeft stranger lowly bends,

And follows to the cell.

Far in a wilderness obscure

The lonely manfion lay;
A refuge to the neighbouring poor,

And stranger 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 revels or to rest,
The hermit trimm'd his little fire,

And cheer'd his penfive guest :

Around in sympathetic mirth

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

The crackling faggot Aies.

But nothing could a charm impart

To footh 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 cares.opprest :
And whence, unhappy youth, he cry'd,

The sorrows of thy breast ?

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 that prize the paltry things,

More trifling ftill than they.

And