IV.

"Here to the houseless child of want

My door is open still;

And though my portion is but scant,

I give it with good will.

V.

"Then turn to-night, and freely share

Whate'er my cell bestows;
My rushy couch and frugal fare,

My blessing and repose.

VI.

"No flocks that range the valley free,
To slaughter I condemn ;

Taught by that Power that pities me,

I learn to pity them :

VII.

"But from the mountain's grassy side
A guiltless feast I bring;

A scrip with herbs and fruits supplied,
And water from the spring.

VIII.

"Then, pilgrim, turn; thy cares forego;

All earth-born cares are wrong: 'Man wants but little here below,

Nor wants that little long.'” (1)

(1) [Goldsmith has been charged with here appropriating to himself, without acknowledgment, a line of Young

"Man wants but little, nor that little long :"

but in the original copy the passage was given in the usual manner of quotations; and this has now been restored accordingly.]

IX.

Soft as the dew from Heaven descends,

His gentle accents fell :

The modest stranger lowly bends,

And follows to the cell.

X.

Far in a wilderness obscure
The lonely mansion lay,(1)
A refuge to the neighb'ring poor
And strangers led astray.

XI.

No stores beneath its humble thatch

Requir'd a master's care;

The wicket, opening with a latch, (2)
Receiv'd the harmless pair.

XII.

And now, when busy crowds retire
To take their evening rest,(3)
The Hermit trimm'd his little fire,
And cheer'd his pensive guest;

XIII.

And spread his vegetable store,
And gayly press'd, and smil'd;
And, skill'd in legendary lore,
The ling'ring hours beguil❜d.

(1) ["Far shelter'd in a glade obscure
The modest mansion lay."-First edit.]

(2) ["The door just opening with a latch."-Ibid.]

(3) ["And now, when worldly crowds retire
To revels or to rest."-Ibid.]

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XIV.

Around in sympathetic mirth
Its tricks the kitten tries,
The cricket chirrups in the hearth,
The crackling faggot flies.

XV.

But nothing could a charm impart
To soothe the stranger's woe;
For grief was heavy at his heart,
And tears began to flow.(1)

XVI.

His rising cares the Hermit spy'd, With answ'ring care opprest: "And whence, unhappy youth," he cry'd, "The sorrows of thy breast?

XVII.

"From better habitations spurn'd,
Reluctant dost thou rove?

Or grieve for friendship unreturn'd,
Or unregarded love?

XVIII.

"Alas! the joys that fortune brings

Are trifling, and decay ;

And those who prize the trifling things, More trifling still than they.

(1) ["But nothing mirthful could assuage
The pensive stranger's woe;
For grief had seized his early age,

And tears would often flow."-First edit.]

XIX.

“And what is friendship but a name;
A charm that lulls to sleep;

A shade that follows wealth or fame,
But leaves the wretch to weep?

XX.

“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.

XXI.

"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.(1)

XXII.

Surpriz'd he sees new beauties rise,
Swift mantling to the view;
Like colours o'er the morning skies,
As bright, as transient too. (2)

XXIII.

The bashful look, the rising breast, (3)
Alternate spread alarms:

The lovely stranger stands confest,
A maid in all her charms.

(1) ["The bashful guest betray'd."-First edit.]

(2) ["He sees unnumber'd beauties rise,

Expanding to the view;

Like clouds that deck the morning skies,

As bright, as transient too."-.Ibid.]

(3) ["Her looks, her lips, her panting breast," &c.-Ibid.]

THE HERMIT.

XXIV.

"And, ah! forgive a stranger rude,

A wretch forlorn," she cried; "Whose feet unhallow'd thus intrude

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XXVI.

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.

XXVII.

"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.

(1) ["Forgive, and let thy pious care
A heart's distress allay:

That seeks repose, but finds despair
Companion of the way.

"My father liv'd, of high degree,
Remote beside the Tyne;

And as he had but only me,

Whate'er he had was mine.

"To win me from his tender arms,

Unnumber'd suitors came;

Their chief pretence my flatter'd charms,

My wealth perhaps their aim."-First edit.]