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* From better habitations spurn'd,
66 Reluctant dost thou rove? “ Or grieve for friendship unreturn'd,
“ Or unregarded love? “ Alas! the joys that fortune brings,
66 Are trifling, and decay; “ And those who prize the paltry things,
“ More trifling still than they. “And what is friendship but a name,
6 A charm that lulls to sleep : - A shade that follows wealth or fame,
66 But leaves the wretch to weep? “ And love is still an emptier sound,
66 The modern fair one's jest; “On earth unseen, or only found
66 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.
Swift mantling to the view;
As bright, as transient too.
Alternate spread alarms;
A maid in all her charms.
6 And, ah! forgive a stranger rude,
A wretch forlorn,” she cried :
“ Whose feet unhallow'd thus intrude 66 Where heaven and
“ But let a maid thy pity share,
6 Whom love has taught to stray ; “ Who seeks for rest, but finds despair
6 Companion of her way. 6 My father lived beside the Tyne,
66 A wealthy lord was he; 66 And all his wealth was mark'd as mişc,
“ He had but only me. 66 To win me from his tender arms,
66 Unnumber'd suitors came ; “Who praised me for imputed charms,
66 And felt or feign'd a flame. 6 Each hour the mercenary crowd,
66 With richest presents strove; “ Among the rest, young Edwin bow'd,
66 But never talk'd of love.
66 No wealth nor power had he ;
66 But these were all to me. úi The blossom opening to the day,
66 The dews of heaven refined, “Could nought of purity display,
6. To emulate his mind.
* The dew, the blossom on the tree,
6. With charms inconstant shine;
66 For still I tried each fickle art,
“ Importunate and vain : “ And while his passion touch'd my heart,
“ I triumph'd in his pain. • Till quite dejected with my scorn,
“ He left me to my pride; - And sought a solitude forlorn,
6 In secret where he died. 66 But mine the sorrow, mine the fault,
66 And well my life shall pay; 56 I'll seek the solitude he sought,
66 And stretch me where he lay. 66 And there forlorn, despairing, hid,
I'll lay me down and die ; 66 'Twas so for me that Edwin did,
66 And so for him will I." “ Forbid it, Heaven !" the hermit cried,
And clasp'd her to his breast : The wondering fair one turn'd to chide ;
'Twas Edwin's self that press'd. “ Turn, Angelina, ever dear,
My charmer, turn to see “ Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here,
66 Restored to love and thee. 66 Thus let me hold thee to my heart,
66 And every care resign: 66 And shall we never, never part,
“My life--my all that's mine? “ No, never from this hour to part,
66 We'll live and love so true, 6. The sigh that rends thy constant heart,
“ Shall break thy Edwin's too."
BY JAMES THOMSON.
HAIL, mildly pleasing Solitude, Companion of the wise and good : But from whose holy piercing eye The herd of fools and villains fly.
Oh! how I love with thee to walk,
A thousand shapes you wear with ease,
Thine is the balmy breath of morn,
And while meridian fervors beat,
Descending angels bless thy train,
Oh, let me pierce thy secret cell! And in thy deep recesses dwell. Perhaps from Norwood's oak-clad hill, When meditation has her fill, I just may cast my careless eyes Where London's spiry turrets rise ; Think of its crimes, its cares, its pain, Then shield me in the woods again.