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ARMINE and ELVIRA, 
A 
legendary tale, by the. rev. mil c a fir weight- 
IN TWO PiKTS. 
PAR if* l 3 HE FIRS To 
A HERMIT on the banks of Trents 
Far from the world's bewildering maze. 
To humbler scenes of calm content, 
Had fled from brighter, busier days. 
If haply from his guarded breast 
Should steal the unsuspected sigh, 
And memory, an unbidden guest, 
With former passion fill’d his eye : 
Then pious hope and duty prais’d 
The wisdom of th’ unerring sway ; 
And while his eye to heaven he raised, 
Its silent waters sunk away. 
Life’s gayer ensigns once he bore— 
Ah ! what avails the mournful tale ? 
Suflice it, when the scenes were o’er, 
He fled to the sequester’d Vale. 
u What tho’ the joys I lov’d so well, 
u The charms,” he cry’d, “ that youth has known, 
“ Fly from the Hermit’s lonely cell ! 
“ Yetis not Armine still my own ? 
u Yes, Armine, yes, thou valu’d youth ! 
“ ’Midst ev’ry grief thou still art mine; 
a Dear pledge of Winifreda’s truth, 
a And solace of my life’s decline ! 
a Tho’ from the World and worldly care 
ot My wearied mind I mean to free;, 
“ Yet ev’ry hour that Heav’n can spare, 
My Armine, I devote to thee. 
