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His gentle accents fell: The modest stranger lowly bends, And follows to the cell. The lonely mansion lay, A refuge to the neighbring poor, And strangers led astray. Requird a masters care; The wicket, opning with a latch, Receivd the harmless pair. To take their evning rest, The Hermit trimmd his little fire, And cheerd his pensive guest: And gaily pressd, and smild And skilld in legendary lore The lingring hours beguild. Its tricks the kitten tries, The cricket chirrups in the hearth, The crackling faggot flies. To soothe the strangers woe; For grief was heavy at his heart, And tears began to flow. With answring care opprest: And whence, unhappy youth, he cried, The sorrows of thy breast? Reluctant dost thou rove? Or grieve for friendship unreturnd, Or unregarded love? Are trifling and decay; And those who prize the paltry things, More trifling still than they. A charm that lulls to sleep; A shade that follows wealth or fame, But leaves the wretch to weep? The modern fair-ones jest: On earth unseen, or only found To warm the turtles nest. And spurn the sex, he said: But while he spoke, a rishing blush His love-lorn guest betrayd. Swift mantling to the view; Like colours oer the morning skies. As bright, as transcient too. Alternate spread alarms: The lovely stranger stands confest A maid in all her charms. A wretch forlorn, she cried; Whose feet unhallowd thus intrude Where Heavn and you reside. Whom love has taught to stray: Who seeks for rest, but finds despair Companion of her way. A wealthy lord was he: And all his wealth was markd as mine, He had |
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