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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 :
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 supplied,

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 neighbouring poor

And strangers led astray!
No stores beneath its humble thatch

Required a master's care ;
The wicket opening with a latch,

Received the harmless pair.
And now, when busy crowds retire

To take their evening rest,
The Hermit trimmed his little fire,

And cheered his pensive guest :

And spread his vegetable store,

And gaily prest and smiled ; And, skilled in legendary lore,

The lingering hours beguiled.

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 a stranger's woe;
For grief was heavy at his heart,

And tears began to flow.
His rising cares the Hermit spied,

With answering care opprest: . And whence, unhappy youth,' he cried,

The sorrows of thy breast ?
· From better habitations spurned,

Reluctant dost thou rove?
Or grieve for friendship unreturned,

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,

And 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 lovelorn guest betrayed.
Surprised, 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 cried ; • Whose feet unhallowed 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.

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My father lived beside the Tyne,

A wealthy lord was he;
And all his wealth was marked as mine,

He had but only me.
"To win me from his tender arms

Unnumbered suitors came;
Who praised me for imputed charms,

And felt, or feigned a flame.

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• Each hour a mercenary

crowd With richest proffers strove: Among the rest young Edwin bowed,

But never talked of love.

In humble, simplest habit clad,

No wealth or power had he ; Wisdom and worth were all he had,

But these were all to me.

And when beside me in the dale

He carolled lays of love ;
His breath lent fragrance to the gale,

And music to the grove.
* The blossom opening to the day,

The dews of heaven refined, Could nought of purity display,

To emulate his mind.

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* The dew, the blossoms of the tree,

With charms inconstant shine ; Their charms were his, but woe to me,

Their constancy was mine. For still I tried each fickle art,

Importunate and vain ;
And while his passion touched my heart,

I triumphed in his pain.
Till quite dejected with my scorn,

He left me to my pride ;
And sought a solitude forlorn

In secret where he died. • But mine the sorrow, mine the fault,

And well my life shall pay; I'll seek the solitude he sought,

And stretch me where he lay. And there forlorn, despairing hid,

I'll lay me down and die ; 'Twas so for me that Edwin did,

And so for him will I.”

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· Forbid it, heaven !'. the Hermit cried,

And clasped her to his breast :
The wondering fair one turned to chide,

'Twas Edwin's self that prest.
• Turn, Angelina, ever dear,

My charmer, turn to see
Thy own, thy long lost Edwin here,

Restored to love and thee.
• Thus let me hold thee to my heart,

And every care resign:
And shall we never, never part,

My life—my all that's mine.
• No, never from this hour to part,

We'll live and love so true,
The sigh that rends thy constant heart.

Shall break thy Edwin's too.'

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THE FATE OF MACGREGOR, MACGREGOR, Macgregor, remember our foemen; “ The moon rises broad from the brow of Ben-Lomond ; “The clans are impatient and chide thy delay; “ Arise ! let us bound to Glen-Lyon away.”

Stern scowled the Macgregor, then silent and sullen, He turned his red eye to the braes of Strathfillan; "Go, Malcolm, to sleep, let the clans be dismissed ; “ The Campbells this night for Macgregor must rest.”

Macgregor, Macgregor, our scouts have been flying, “Three days, round the hills of M'Nab and Glen-Lyon; “Of riding and running such tidings they bear, “ We must meet them at home, else they'll quickly be

here, “The Campbell may come, as his promises bind him, “And haughty M‘Nab, with his giants behind him;

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