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His rising cares the hermit spy'd,
With answering care opprest: “ And whenee, unhappy youth," he cry'd;
“ The sorrows of thy breast? ::
« From better habitations spurn'd,
ri Reluctant dost thou rove: “ Or grieve for friendship unreturn'd,
“ Or unregarried love till
“ Alas! the joys that fortune brings,
“ Are trifling, and decay; “ And those who prize the paltry things,
« More trifling still then they. “ And what is friendship but a'name,
" A charm that lulls to sleep; " A shade that follows wealth or fame.
" But 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 nest,
“ For shame, fond youth, thy sorrow's husli,
“ And spurn the sex," he said: But while he spoke, a rising blush,
His love-lorn guest betray'd.
Surpris’d, he sees new beauties rise
Swift mantling to the view,
As bright, as transient too.
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
“ But let a maid thy pity share,
“ Whom love has taught to stray; “ Who seeks for rest, but finds despair '« Coinpanion 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 hat 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,
“ Nor wealth nor 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 blossom on the tree,
“ With charms inconstant shine; “ Their charms were his, but, woe to me!
“ Their constancy was mine.
" For still I try'd 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 dy'd.
" 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, Heaven!” the hermit cry'd,
And clasp'd her to his breast: The wond'ring fair one turn'd to chide,
'Twas Edwin's self that press’d.
“ Turn, Angelina, ever dear,
Mỹ 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;
in We'll live and love so true; The sigh that rends thy constant heart. “ Shall break thy Edwin's too."
EUPOLIS HYMIN TO THE CREATOR.
FROM THE GREEK.
Thee, when morning greets the skies With rosy cheeks and humid'eyes; Thee, when sweet declining day Sinks in purple waves away; Thee will I sing, O parent 'Jove, And teach the world to praisecand love. !
Yonder azure vault on high, Yonder blue, low, liquid sky,