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Open wide the lofty door,
EDIVIN AND ANGELINA.
Turn, gentle hermit of the dale,
“ And guide my lonely way, " To where yon taper cheers the vale
“ With hospitable ray.
“ 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.
66 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.
6 No flocks that range the valley free,
" To slaughter I condemn;
“ I learn to pity them. 6 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;
66 All earth-born cares are wrong: * Man wants but little here below,
“ Nor wants that little long.”
Soft as the dew from heaven descends,
His gentle accents fell:
And follows to the cell.
Far in a wilderness obscure
The lonely mansion lay;
And strangers led astray.
No stores beneath its humble thatch
Requir'd a master's care,
Receiv'd the harmless pair.
And now when busy crowds retire
To take their ev'ning rest,
And cheer'd his pensive guest:
And spread his vegetable store,
And gayly prest 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 answering 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?
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,
6. But leaves the wretch to weep?
5 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 lush, " And
spurn the sex,” he said: But while be spoke, a rising blush
His love-lorn guest betray'd.
Surpris’d, he sees new beauties, rise
Swift mantling to the view,
As bright, as transient too.
The bashful look, the rising breast,
Alternate spread alarms;
A maid, in all her charms.
And, “ Ah, forgive a stranger rude,
“ A wretch forlorn,” she cry'd; " Whose feet unhallow'd thus intrude “ Where Heaven and you
“ 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 but only me.
« To win me from his tender arms,
“ Unnumber'd suitors came; “ Who prais'd me for imputed charms, " And felt or feign'd a flame.