பதிப்பு : மனோன்மணியம் - நாடகம்
"But from the mountain's grassy side A guiltless feast I. bring;
A scrip with herbs and fruits supply'd, And water from the prisng.
"Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego; All earth-born cares are wrong: Man wants but little here below,
Nor wants that little long."
Soft as the dew from heav'n 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 neighbouring poor And 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 crowds retire To take their evening rest, The hermit trimm'd his little fire, And cheer'd his pensive guest;
And spread his vegetable store, And gayly prest, and smil'd,
And skill'd in legendary lore.
The lingering hours bcguil'd.
Around in sympathetic mirth Its tricks the kitten tries, The cricket chirrups in the hearth; The crackling faggot flies.
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