THE HERMIT. "TURN, gentle hermit of the dale, To where yon taper cheers the vale "For here, forlorn and lost, I tread, "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 "No flocks that range the valley free, To slaughter I condemn Taught by that Power who pities me, THE HERMIT. "But, from the mountain's grassy side A guiltless feast I bring A scrip with herbs and fruits supplied, And water from the spring. "Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego; 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, No stores beneath its humble thatch The wicket, opening with a latch, And now, when busy crowds retire And spread his vegetable store, And gaily press'd, and smiled ; And, skill'd in legendary lore, The lingering hours beguiled. THE HERMIT. Around, in sympathetic mirth, Its tricks the kitten tries- But nothing could a charm impart His rising cares the hermit spied— With answering care oppress'd; "And whence, unhappy youth," he cried, "The sorrows of thy breast? "From better habitations spurn'd, Or grieve for friendship unreturn'd, "Alas! the joys that Fortune brings And those who prize the paltry things, "And what is Friendship but a name, "And Love is still an emptier soundThe modern fair one's jest; On earth unseen, or only found To warm the turtle's nest. THE HERMIT. "For shame, fond youth, thy sorrows hush- Surprised he sees new beauties rise, The bashful look, the rising breast, The lovely stranger stands confess'd, "And, ah! forgive a stranger rude, "But let a maid thy pity share, Whom love has taught to stray Who seeks for rest, but finds despair "My father lived beside the Tyne A wealthy lord was he; And all his wealth was mark'd as mine; "To win me from his tender arms, Unnumber'd suitors came; Who praised me for imputed charms, |