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And spread his vegetable store,
And gaily press'd and smil'd; And, skill'd in legendary lore,
The lingering hours beguild.
Its tricks the kitten tries;
The crackling faggot flies.
To soothe the stranger's woe;
And tears began to flow.
With answering care opprest:
• 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?
“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.
Swift mantling to the view;
As bright, as transient too.
Alternate spread alarms :
A maid in all her charms.
A wretch forlorn,' she cried;
Where heaven and you reside. • But let a maid thy pity share,
Whom love has taught to stray;
Companion of her way.
A wealthy lord was he;
He had but only me.
• To win me from his tender arms,
Unnumber'd suitors came;
And felt or feign'd a flame.
With richest proffers strove; Among the rest young Edwin bow'd,
But never talk'd 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. * The blossom opening to the day,
The dews of heav'n refin'd, 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; 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,
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 clasp'd 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
Restored to love and thee.
And every care resign:
My life my all that's mine?
We'll live and love so true; The sigh that rends thy constant heart,
Shall break thy Edwin's too.'
THE DOUBLE TRANSFORMATION.
SECLUDED from domestic strife,
Such pleasures, unallay'd with care,