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Then turn to-night, and freely share
Whate'er my cell bestows;
My blessing and repose.
To slaughter I condemn :
I learn to pity them :
But from the mountain's
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.'
His gentle accents fell :
And follows to the cell.
Far in a wilderness obscure
The lonely mansion lay;
And strangers led astray!
Required a master's care ;
Received the harmless pair.
To take their evening rest,
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 crackling faggot flies.
To soothe a stranger's woe;
And tears began to flow.
With answering care opprest: . And whence, unhappy youth,' he cried,
The sorrows of thy breast ?
Reluctant dost thou rove?
Or unregarded love?
Are trifling, and decay;
More trifling still than they.
A charm that lulls to sleep;
And leaves the wretch to weep ?
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.
Swift mantling to the view;
As bright, as transient too.
Alternate spread alarms :
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.
My father lived beside the Tyne,
A wealthy lord was he;
He had but only me.
Unnumbered suitors came;
And felt, or feigned a flame.
• 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 ;
And music to the grove.
The dews of heaven refined, Could nought of purity display,
To emulate his mind.
* 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 ;
I triumphed in his pain.
He left me to my pride ;
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.”
· Forbid it, heaven !'. the Hermit cried,
And clasped her to his breast :
'Twas Edwin's self that prest.
My charmer, turn to see
Restored to love and thee.
And every care resign:
My life—my all that's mine.
We'll live and love so true,
Shall break thy Edwin's too.'
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;