THE FORESTERS. 25 



And cheered the passing moments with a song", 

 So sadly tender, with such feeling raised, 

 That all but Susan with profusion praised ; 

 She from his glance oft turned her glistening eye, 

 And paid in tears and many a stifled sigh. 



Thus passed the evening charmingly away, 

 Each pleased and pleasing, innocent and gay, 

 Till early bed-time summoned us to part, 

 And Susan's glances spoke her captive heart. 



Swift flew the night, in soundest sleep enjoyed, 

 By dawn we start and find all hands employed, 

 The wheel, the cards, by fire-light buzzing go ; 

 The careful mother kneads her massive dough ; 

 Even little Mary at her needle sits, 

 And while she nurses pussy, nicely knits, 

 Our generous friends their courtesy bestowed, 

 Refused all price and pointed out the road ; 

 With kindest wishes bade us all farewell ; 

 What Susan felt, the rising tear could tell. 



Blest Hospitality ! the poor man's pride, 

 The stranger's guardian, comforter, and guide, 

 Whose cheering voice and sympathetic eye, 

 Even Angels honor as they hover nigh ; 

 Confined (in mercy to our wandering race) 

 To no one country, people, age, or place ; 

 But for the homeless and the exiled lives, 

 And smile3 the sweeter still the more she gives ; 

 if on earth one spot I e'er can claim, 



