%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> Edwin and Angelina. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer 1787-1787 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 11/16/2016 34020

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"TURN, gentle hermit, of the dale, guide my lonely way, "To where yon taper chears the vale, hospitable ray. "For here, forlorn, and lost, I tread, fainting steps and slow, "Where wilds immeasurably spread, lengthening as I go. "Forbear, my son," the hermit cries, tempt the dangerous gloom, "For yonder faithless phantom flies, lure thee to thy doom. "Here to the houseless child of want, door is open still, "And tho' my portion is but scant, give it with good will. "Then turn to-night and freely share, my cell bestows, "My rushy couch and frugal fare, blessing and repose, "No flocks that range the valley free, slaughter I condemn, "Taught by that power that pities me, learn to pity them. "But from the mountain's grassy side, guiltless feast I bring, "A scrip with herbs and fruits supply'd, water from the spring. "Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego, earth born cares are wrong,
wants but little here below, 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 neighb'ring poor, Or 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 crouds 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 love, The lingering hours beguil'd. Around in sympathetic mirth, It's tricks the kitten cries, 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 sorrows of thy breast? "From bitter habitations spurn'd, dost thou prove, "Or grieve for friendship unreturn'd. unregarded love. "Alas! the joys that fortune brings, trifling and decay, "And those who prize the paltry things, trifling still than they. "And what is friendship but a name, charm that lulls to sleep, "A shade that follows wealth or fame, leaves the wretch to weep. "And love is still an emptier sound, modern fair one's jest, "On earth unseen, or only found, warm the turtle's nest. "For shame, fond youth, thy sorrows hush, spurn the sex," he said, But while he spoke, a rising blush His love lorn guest betray'd, Surpris'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, wretch forlorn," she cry'd, "Whose feet unhallow'd thus intrude, heaven and you reside, "But let a maid thy pity share, love has taught to stray, "Who seeks for rest, but finds despair, of her way, "My father liv'd beside the Thyne, wealthy lord was he, "And all his wealth was mark'd as mine, had but only me. "To win me from his tender arms, suitors came, "Who prais'd me for imputed charms, felt or feign'd a flame, "Each hour a mercenary crowd,
richest proffers strove, "Among the rest young Edwin bow'd, never talk'd of love. "In humble simplest habit clad, wealth nor power had he, "Wisdom and worth were all he had, these were nought to me. "The blossom opening to the day, dews of heaven refin'd. "Could nought of purity display, emulate his mind, "The dew, the blossom on the tree, charms inconstant shine, "Their charms were his, but woe to me, constancy was mine. "For still I try'd each fickle art, and vain, "And while his passion touch'd my heart, triumph'd in his pain, "Till quite dejected with my scorn, left me to my pride, "And sought a solitude forlorn, secret where he dy'd. "But mine the sorrow---mine the fault, well my life shall pay, "I'll seek the solitude he sought, stretch me where he lay. "And there forlorn despairing hid, lay me down and die. so for me my Edwin did, so for him will I.--- "Forbid it, heaven," the hermit cry'd, And clasp'd her to his breast, "The wond'ring fair one turn'd to chide, Edwin's self that prest. "Turn, Angelina, ever dear, charmer turn to see, "Thy own, thy long lost Edwin here, to love and thee. "Thus let me hold thee to my heart, every care resign, "And shall we never, never part, life, my all that's mine. "No never from this hour to part, live and love so true, "The sigh that rends thy constant heart, break thy Edwin's too.
Turner, Printer, Coventry.