THE
HERMIT
.
BY
DR.
GOLDSMITH
.
"
TURN
,
gentle
Hermit
of
the
dale
,
"
And
guide
my
lonely
way
"
To
where
yon
taper
chears
the
vale
"
With
hospitable
ray
.
"
For
here
,
forlorn
and
lost
I
tread
,
"
With
fainting
steps
and
slow
,
"
Where
wilds
immeasurably
spread
"
Seem
lengthening
as
I
go
.
"
"
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
tho'
my
portion
is
but
scant
,
"
I
give
it
with
good
will
:
"
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
supply'd
,
"
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
Requir'd
a
master's
care
;
The
wicket
opening
with
a
latch
Receiv'd
the
harmless
pair
.
And
now
when
busy
crowds
retire
To
take
their
evening
rest
,
The
Hermit
trimm'd
his
little
fire
,
And
chear'd
his
pensive
guest
;
And
spread
his
vegetable
store
,
And
gaily
prest
,
and
smil'd
,
And
,
skill'd
in
legendary
lore
,
The
lingering
hours
beguil'd
.
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
the
stranger's
woe
;
For
grief
was
heavy
at
his
heart
,
And
tears
began
to
flow
.
His
rising
cares
the
Hermit
spy'd
,
With
answering
care
opprest
:
"
And
whence
,
unhappy
youth
,
"
he
cry'd
,
"
The
sorrows
of
thy
breast
?
"
From
better
habitations
spurn'd
,
"
Reluctant
dost
thou
rove
?
"
Or
grieve
for
friendship
unreturn'd
,
"
Or
unregarded
love
?
"
Alas
!
the
joys
that
fortune
brings
"
Are
trifling
,
and
decay
;
"
And
those
who
prize
the
paltry
thing
"
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
sair-one's
jest
,
"
On
earth
unseen
,
or
only
found
"
To
warm
the
turtles
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
.
Surpriz'd
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
cry'd
,
"
Whose
feet
unhallow'd
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
liv'd
beside
the
Tyne
,
"
A
wealthy
Lord
was
he
;
"
And
all
his
wealth
was
mark'd
as
mine
;
"
He
had
but
only
me
.
"
To
win
me
from
his
tender
arms
"
Unnumber'd
suitors
came
;
"
Who
prais'd
me
for
imputed
charms
,
"
And
felt
or
feign'd
a
flame
.
"
Each
hour
a
mercenary
crowd
"
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
heaven
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
try'd
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
cry'd
,
And
clasp'd
her
to
his
breast
;
The
wondering
fair
one
turn'd
to
chide
;
'Twas
Edwin's
self
that
prest
.
"
Turn
,
Angelina
,
ever
dear
;
"
My
charmer
,
turn
to
see
"
Thy
own
,
thy
long-lost
Edwin
here
,
"
Restor'd
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
.
"