Thus she dresses green and gay, To disperse our cares away. Ever charming, ever new, When will the landscape tire the view? The pleasant seat, the ruin'd tow'r, See on the mountain's southern side, So we mistake the future's face, Clad in colours of the air, } Which to those who journey near, O may I with myself agree,... humble shade, Content me with an Now, ev'n now, my joys run high, Be full, ye courts, be great who will: Search for peace with all your skill: Open wide the lofty door, Seek her on the marble floor, In vain you search, she is not there; EDWIN AND ANGELINA. GOLDSMITH, TURN, gentle hermit of the dale, "And guide my lonely way, "To where yon taper cheers the vale "With hospitable ray. "For here forlorn and lost I tread, "With fainting steps and slow; "Where wilds immeasurably spread, "Seem length'ning as I go." "Forbear, my son," the hermit cries, "To tempt the dangerous gloom; "For yonder faithless phantom flies "To lure thee to thy doom. "Here to the houseless child of want, My door is open still: "And though my portion is but scant, "I give it with good will. "Then turn to-night, and freely share "Whate'er my cell bestows; " My rushy couch, and frugal fare, My blessing and repose. "No flocks that range the valley free, "To slaughter I condemn; "Taught by that Power that pities me, "I learn to pity them. "But from the mountain's grassy side, "A guiltless feast I bring; "A scrip with herbs and fruits supply'd, "And water from the spring. "Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego; "All earth-born cares are wrong: "Man wants but little here below, "Nor wants that little long." Soft as the dew from heaven descends, The modest stranger lowly bends, And follows to the cell. Far in a wilderness obscure A refuge to the neighb'ring poor, No stores beneath its humble thatch And now when busy crowds retire And spread his vegetable store, Around in sympathetic mirth But nothing could a charm impart |