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Or Maro's muse chat in the sairest light
Paints rural prospects and the charms os sight;
These sost amusements bring content along,
And sancy, void os sorrow, turns to song.
Here beauteous Health sor all the year remain.
When the next comes, I'll charm thee thus again.

EDWIN AND ANGELINA.

A BALLAD.
.BY D R. GOLDSMITH.

"Tuhn, gentle hermit os the dale,

"And guide my lonely way, "To where yon taper cheers the vale,

"With hospitable ray.

".For here, sorlorn and lost I tread,

"With sainting steps and flow; "Where wilds immeasurably spread,

"Seem lengthening as I go."

"Forbear, my son," the hermit cries,

"To tempt the dangerous gloom? '* For yonder saithless phantom sliej

"To lure thee to thy doom.

"Here to the houseless child os want,

"My door is open still; "And though my portion is but scant,

"I give it with good will.

"Then turn to-night, and sreely share "Whate'er my cell bestows;

"My rushy couch, and srugal sare, "My blessing and repose.

** No flocks that range the valley sree, "To flaughter I condemn:

"Taught by that power that pities me, "I learn to pity them.

"But srom the mountain's grassy side, "A guiltless seast 1 bring;

*' A scrip with herbs and sruits supply'd, "And water from the spring.

"Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares sorego;

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

"Nor wants that little long."

Sost as the dew srom heav'n descends,

His gentle accents sell:
The modest stranger lowly bends,

And sollows to the cell.

Far in a wilderness obscure

The lonely mansion lay, A resuge to the neighbouring poor,

And strangers led astray.

No stores beneath its humble thatch Requir'd a master's care;

The wicket, opening with a latch, Receiv'd the harmless pair.

And now when busy crowds retire To take their evening rest,

The hermit trimm'd his little sire,
And cheer'd his pensive guest;

And spread his vegetable store,
And gayly prest, and smil'd,

And skill'd in legendary lore,

The lingering hours beguil'd.

Around in sympathetic mirth
Its tricks the kitten tries,

The cricket chirrups in the hearth;
The crackling saggot slies. -

But nothing could a charm impart
To sooth the stranger's woe;

For gries was heavy at his heart,
And tears began to flow.

His rising cares the hermit spy'd,

With answering care opprest: "And whence, unhappy youth," he cry'd,

"The sorrows os thy breast?

* From better habitation spurn'd,

"Reluctant dost thou rove; "Or grieve sor sriendship unreturn'd,

"Or unregarded love?

"Alas f the joys that sortune brings,

"Are trifling and decay; "And those who prize the paltry things,

"More trifling still than they.

u And what is sriendfliip but a name, "A charm that lulls to fleep;

"A shade that sollows wealth or same, "But leaves the wretch to weep i

"And love is still an emptier found, u The modern sair one's jest,

'* On earth unseen, or only sound "To warm the turtle's nest.

"For shame, sond youth, thy sorrows hurh, "And spurn the sex," he said:

But, while he spoke, a rising 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 ikies,

As bright, as transient too.

The bashsul look, the rising breast,

Alternate spread alarms,
The lovely stranger stands consest

A maid in all her charms.

"And, ah! sorgive a stranger rude, "A wretch sorlorn," she cry'd,

"Whose f«et unhallowed thus intrude "Where Heaven and you reside.

"But let a maid thy pity share,

"Whom love has taught to stray}

"Who seeks sor rest, but sinds despair "Companion os her way.

"My sather liv'd beside the Tyne,

"A wealthy lord was he; "And all his wealth was mark'd as mine,

"He had but only me:

To win me srom his tender arms-, "Unnumber'd suitors came; "Who prais'd me sor imputed charms, "And selt or seign'd a flame.

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