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,
  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, op’ning with a latch,
  Receiv’d the harmless pair.

And now, when busy crowds retire
  To take their ev’ning rest,
The Hermit trimm’d his little fire,
  And cheer’d his pensive guest:

And spread his vegetable store,
  And gaily press’d, and smil’d
And skill’d in legendary lore
  The ling’ring hours beguil’d.

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 spy’d,
  With answ’ring care opprest:
“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;
And those who prize the paltry 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 rishing blush
  His love-lorn guest betray’d.

Surpriz’d he sees new beauties rise,
  Swift mantling to the view;
Like colours o’er the morning skies.
  As bright, as transcient too.

The bashful look, the rising breast
  Alternate spread alarms:
The lovely stranger stands confest
  A maid in all her charms.

“And ah! forgive a stranger rude,
  A wretch forlorn,” she cried;
“Whose feet unhallow’d thus intrude
  Where Heav’n 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

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