"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.

EDWIN AND ANGELINA.

Surprised he sees new beauties rise,
Swift mantling to the view,
Like colours o'er the morning skies,
As bright, as transient too.

The bashful look, the rising breast,
Alternate spread alarms;

The lovely stranger stands confess'd,
A maid in all her charms.

"And, ah! forgive a stranger rude,
A wretch forlorn," she cried,
"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 lived 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 praised 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 humblest, simplest habit clad,
No wealth nor power had he;
Wisdom and worth were all he had,
But these were all to me.

EDWIN AND ANGELINA.

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

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

"The blossom opening to the day,
The dews of heav'n refined,
Could nought of purity display,

To emulate his mind.

"The dew, the blossoms on the tree,

With charms inconstant shine;

Their charms were his; but, woe to me!

Their constancy was mine.

For still I tried 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 died!

"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.

And there, forlorn, despairing, hid,
I'll lay me down and die:
"Twas so for me that Edwin did,

And so for him will I."

Forbid it, Heav'n!" the Hermit cried,

And clasp'd her to his breast:

The wondering fair-one turn'd to chide.—

'Twas Edwin's self that prest!

EDWIN AND ANGELINA.

· 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 ev'ry care resign;

And shall we never, never part,

My life 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."