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And, " Ah, forgive a stranger rude,
« 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,
“ Nor wealth nor 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 blossom on the tree,
“ With charms inconstant shine:
« Their charms were his, but, woe to me!
6 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 dy'd.
66 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.
66 And there forlorn, despairing, hid,
« I'll lay me down and die;
.66 'Twas so for me that Edwin did,
" And so for him will I,"
6 Forbid it, heav'n!" the Hermit cry'd,
And clasp'd her to his breast:
The wond'ring 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."