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DEIGN, saint-like tenant of the dale,
To guide my nightly way
With hospitable ray.
With fainting steps and flow,
Seems lengthening as I go.
Forbear, my son, the fage replies,
To tempt the lonely gloom, For yonder faithless phantom flies
To lure thee to thy doom.
Here to the houseless child of want
My door is open fill,
I give it with good will.
Then turn to-night, and freely share,
Whate er my cell bestows,
My blessing and repose.
No flocks, that range the valley free;
To slaughter I condemn ;.
I learn to pity them.
But from the mountain's graffy fide
A guiltless feast I bring;
And water from the spring,
Then trav'ller turn, thy cares forego,
For earth-born cares are wrong ; se Man wants but little here below,
“ Nor wants that little long.".
Soft as the dew from 'heav'n descends,
His gentlé accents fell,
And follows to the cell.
Far in a wilderness obscure
The lonely mansion lay,
And strangers led aftray.
Requir'd a master's care,
Receiv'd the harmless pair.
And now, when busy crowds retire
To take their evening rest,
And cheard his penfive guest;
And spread his vegetable store,
And gaily prest and smild, And, ikill'd in legendary lore,
The ling’ring hours beguild.
While round, in sympathetic mirth,
Its tricks the kitten tries,
The crackling faggot flies.
But nothing mirthful could assuage
The pensive stranger's woe,
And tears would often flow.
His rising cares the hermit spyd,
With answering care opprest;
The sorrows of thy breast ?
From better habitations spurn’d,
Reluctant dost thou rove,
Or unregarded love?
Are trifling, and decay;
More trifling still than they.
Say, what is friendship? but a name,
A charm that lulls to seep ;
But leaves the wretch to weep.
And what is love? an empty sound,
The modern fair one's jest ; On earth unseen, or only found To warm the turtle's nett.
For shame, fond youth, thy sorrows hufa,
And spurn the sex, he said;
His love-lorn guest betray'd.
Surpriz'd he sees new beauty rise
Expanding 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 thing forlorn, she cry'd,
Where heaven and you reside.
Forgive, and let thy pious care
A heart's distress allay,
Companion of the way.
Remote beside the Tyne,
His opulence was mine.