"Forbid it, heav'n!" the Hermit cry'd, And clasp'd her to his breast: The wond'ring fair-one turn'd to chide'T was Edwin's self that prest! "Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here, "Restor'd to love and thee. 1 "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." W.Taylor fe THE HERMIT. - Thyown thy long lost Edwin hore Page 94. London: Published March 1.1797, by T.Heptinstall Fleet Street. |