EDWIN AND ANGELINA, OR THE FEMALE HERMIT. BY OLIVER GOLDSMITH. • TURN, URN, gentle Hermit of the dale, To where yon taper cheers the vale For here forlorn and loft I tread, Forbear, my fon, the Hermit cries, Here to the houfelefs child of want • My door is open ftill; And tho' my portion is but fcant, • Then turn to-night and freely fhare • Whate'er my cell bestows; My ruthy couch and frugal fare, My bleffing and repose. • No The will with a wifp: fee Johnfon's dictionary. No flocks that range the valley free But from the mountain's graffy fide A fcrip with herbs and fruits fupply'd, Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego; Soft as the dew from Heaven defcends, The modect ftranger lowly bends, And follows to the cell. Far in a wilderness obfcure, A refuge to the neighb'ring poor, And ftrangers led aftray. C *The mofs his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the chryftal well. And PARNELL'S HERMIT. +NIGHT THOUGHTS. No flores beneath its humble thatch The wicket op'ning with a latch And now when bufy crowds retire The Hermit trimm'd his little fire, And fpread his vegetable flore, Around in fympathetic mirth But nothing could a charm impart, For grief was heavy at his heart, His rifing cares the Hermit fpy'd, And whence, unhappy youth,' he cry'd. The forrows of thy breast ? From The grief of the heart, will always difcover itfelf more or less, in fpite of every attempt to conceal it. From better habitations fpurn'd, Reluctant doff thou rove? 'Or grieve for friendship unreturn'd, Alas! the joys that fortune brings, Are trifling, and decay*; And those who prize the paultry things And what is Friendship but a name, And Love is fill an emptier found, • On earth unfeen, or only found For fhame, fond youth! thy forrows hufh, His love-lorn guest betray'd. Surpriz'd he fees new beauties rife, Swift mantling to the view, Like colours o'er the morning fkies, As bright and tranfient too. C 2 The Wealth is a very uncertain acquifition, for a rich man to day, may be a poor man to-morrow; this is a ufeful leffon for young spendthrifts and extravagant prodigals. The bafhful look, the rifing breaft, The lovely franger ftands confefs'd And, ah! forgive a flranger rude, Where Heaven and refide! But let a maid thy pity fhare, Whom love has taught to flray; Companion of her way. My father liv'd be fide 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 fuitors came; Who prais'd me for imputed charms, Each hour a mercenary crowd Among the reft young Edwin bow'd, But never talk'd of love. In + It is too often found by woeful experience, that the hearts and tongues of female admirers are not in unifon. |