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Soft as the dew from heaven descends,

His gentle accents fell:
The modest stranger lowly bends,

And follows to the cell.

Far in a wilderness obscure

The lonely mansion lay,*
A refuge to the neighb’ring poor

And strangers led astray.


No stores beneath its humble thatch

Requir'd a master's care;
The wicket, opening with a latch,t

Receiv'd the harmless pair.


And now, when busy crowds retire

To take their evening rest,
The Hermit trimm'd his little fire,

And cheer'd his pensive guest;


And spread his vegetable store,

And gayly press'd, and smil'd;

“Man wants but little, nor that little long:” but in the original copy the passage was given in the usual manner of quota. tions; and this has now been restored accordingly.]

["Far shelter'd in a glade obscure

The modest mansion lay."--First edit.]
+ ["The door just opening with a latch." - Ibid.)
(* And now, when worldly crowds reuire

To revels or to rest.? --- Ibid )

And, skill'd in legendary lore,

The ling’ring hours beguild.

Around in sympathetic mirth

Its tricks the kitten tries,
The cricket chirrups in the hearth,

The crackling faggot flies.


But nothing could a charm impart

To soothe the stranger's woe; For grief was heavy at his heart,

And tears began to flow.*


His rising cares the Hermit spied,

With answ'ring care opprest: 6 And whence, unhappy youth,” he cried,

- 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 trifling, and decay

(“But nothing inirihlul could assuage

The pensive stranger's woe;
For griet had seized his early age,

And tears would often fow."-First odit. 1

And those who prize the trifling things,

More trifling still than 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 sorrows hush,

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;
Like colors o'er the morning skies,

As bright, as transient too.t


“The bashful look, the rising breast,t

Alternate spread alarms:

(“The bashful guest betray'd.”--First edit.} + (“He sees unnumber'd beauties rise,

Expanding to the view;
Like clouds that deck the morning skies,

As bright, as transient 100."--Ibid.) : [" Her looks, her lips, her panting breast," &c.-Ibid.) VOT. JV.


The lovely stranger stands confest,

A maid in all her charms.


4 And, ah! forgive a stranger rude,

A wretch forlorn," she cried; 4 Whose feet unhallow'd thus intrude

Where Heaven 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 liv'd 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;

*** Forgive, and let thy pious care

À heart's distress allay:
That seeks repose, but finds despair

Companion of the way,

"My father liv'd, of high degree,

Remote beside the Tyne; And as he had but only me,

Whate'er he had was inine.

" To win me from his tender arms,

Unnumber'd suitors cane:
Their chief pretence my flatter'd charms,

My wealth perhaps their aim."-First edit.)

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