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Thus she dresses
gay, To disperse our cares away.
Ever charming, ever new,
See on the mountain's southern side,
Which to those who journey near,
O may I with myself agree, ". And never covet what I see! Content me with an humble shade, My passion tam’d, my wishes laid; For while our wishes wildly roll, We banish Quiet from the soul: Tis thus the busy beat the air ; And misers gather wealth and care.
Now, ev’n now, my joys run high, As on the mountain-turf I lie; While the wanton zephyr sings, And in the vale perfumes his wings; While the waters murmur deep; While the shepherd charms his sheep: While the birds unbounded fly, And with music fill the sky, Now, ev'n now, my joys run high.
Be full, ye courts, be great who will: Search for
peace with all
Open wide the lofty door,
EDWIN AND ANGELINA.
TURN, gentle hermit of the dale,
“ And guide my lonely way, " To where yön 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.
« 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.
“ No flocks that range the valley free,
“ To slaughter I condemn;
“ 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;
“ 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.
Requir'd a master's care,
Receiv'd the harmless pair.
And now when busy crowds retire
To take their ey'ning rest,
And cheer'd his pensive guest:
And spread his vegetable store,
And gayly prest and smild; And skills in legendary lore,
The ling'ring hours beguild.
Around in sympathetic mirth
Its tricks the kitten tries;
The crackling faggot flies.
To soothe the stranger's woe;
And tears began to flow.