IV.

"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.

V.

"Then turn to-night, and freely share
Whate'er my cell bestows;
My rushy couch and frugal fare,

My blessing and repose.

VI.

"No flocks that range the valley free,
To slaughter I condemn;

Taught by that Power that pities me,

I learn to pity them:

VII.

"But from the mountain's grassy side
A guiltless feast I bring;

A scrip with herbs and fruits supplied,

And water from the spring.

VIII.

"Then, pilgrim, turn; thy cares forego;

All earth-born cares are wrong: 'Man wants but little here below,

Nor wants that little long.""

[Goldsmith has been charged with here appropriating to himself, without acknowledgment, a line of Young

but in the original copy the passage was given in the usual manner of quota. tions; and this has now been restored accordingly.]

And those who prize the trifling things,

More trifling still than they.

XIX.

"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?

XX.

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.

XXI.

"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.*