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Calm as the bless'd above the Anchorites dwell
Their minds with heavenly joys are fill'd;
In caves of night, the oracles of old
Did all their mysteries unfold:
Darkness did first Religion grace,
Gave terrors to the God, and reverence to the place.
When the Almighty did on Horeb stand,
Thy shades enclos'd the hallow'd land;
When he appear'd arm'd in his power and might,
When terrible with majesty,
In tempests he gave laws, and clad himself in thee.
Ere the foundation of the earth was laid,
Or brighter firmament was made;
Ere matter, time, or place was known,
Thou, Monarch Darkness, sway'dst these spacious realms alone.
But now the moon (though gay with borrow'd light) Invades thy scanty lot of Night:
By rebel subjects thou'rt betray'd,
The anarchy of stars depose their monarch, Shade.
Yet fading Light its empire must resign,
And Nature's power submit to thine :
And universal ruin shall erect thy throne, And Fate confirm thy kingdom evermore thy own.
STANZAS ON WOMAN.
WHEN lovely woman stoops to folly,
The only art her guilt to cover,
To hide her shame from every eye,
EDWIN AND ANGELINA
"TURN, gentle Hermit of the dale, "And guide my lonely way, "To where yon taper cheers the vale, “ With hospitable rẩy.
"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 Heav'n descends, His gentle accents fell:
The modest stranger lowly bends,
And follows to the cell.
Far in a wilderness obscure
No stores beneath its humble thatch
The wicket, op'ning with a latch,
And now, when busy crowds retire
And spread his vegetable store,
The ling'ring hours beguil'd.
Around in sympathetic mirth
But nothing could a charm impart
His rising cares the Hermit spy'd, With answ'ring care opprest: "And whence, unhappy youth," he cry'd, "The sorrows of thy breast?
"From better habitations spurn'd, "Reluctant dost thou rove?
"Or grieve for friendship unreturn'd, "Or unregarded love?