Open wide the lofty door,
Seek her on the marble floor,

In vain you search, she is not there;
In vain ye search the domes of care!
Along with peace she's close ally'd,
Ever by each other's side,
And often, by the murm'ring rill,
Hears the thrush, while all is still,
Within the groves of Grongar Hill.

EDWIN AND ANGELINA.

GOLDSMITH.

"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.

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"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;

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

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

" 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:
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 opening 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 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,

" 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 rising blush
His love-lorn guest betray'd.

Surpris'd, he sees new beauties rise
Swift mantling to the view,

Like colours o'er the morning skies;
As bright, as transient 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 cry'd;
"Whose feet unhallow'd thus intrude
"Where Heaven 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 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.

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