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The tithes his parish freely paid, he took; But never sued, or curs'd with bell and book. Wide was his parish, not contracted close In streets but here and there a straggling house. Yet still he was at hand, without request, To serve the sick, and succour the distressed. The proud he tamed, the penitent he cheer'd, Nor to rebuke the rich offender fear'd.
Then having told how, while the banquet shone, Unhappy Zind had sunk, without a groan; He forms his conquering bands in close array, And, cheer'd by wine, awaits the coming day.
Having commended himself and his helpless companions to the Saints, and to the keeping of Providence, Quentin at length retired to rest, leaving the friar much edified by the depth and sincerity of his devotion. When many a many tale and many a song Cheer'd the rough road, we wish'd the rough road long.
But now the sun with more effectual beams Had cheer'd the face of earth, and dri'd the wet From drooping plant, or dropping tree; the birds, Who all things now beheld more fresh and green, After a night of storm so ruinous, Clear'd up their choicest notes in bush and spray To gratulate the sweet return of morn."
Lull'd by the lapse of gliding floods, Cheer'd by the warbling of the woods, How blest my days, my thoughts how free, In sweet society with thee! Then all was joyous, all was young, And years, unheeded, roll'd along; But now the pleasing dream is o'er, These scenes must charm me now no more. Lost to the field and torn from you, Farewell! a long, a last adieu.
'He heard the widow's heaven-breathed prayer of praise, He mark'd the shelter'd orphan's tearful gaze. Please to add these two lines. 'And o'er the portioned maiden's snowy cheek, Bade bridal love suffuse its blushes meek. And for the line, 'Beneath this roof, if thy cheer'd moments pass. I should be glad to substitute this, 'If near this roof thy wine-cheer'd moments pass.
Then to the vale his cautious step he prest, For there a hermit's cross was dimly seen, Cresting the rock, and there his limbs might rest, Cheer'd in the good man's cave, by faggot's sheen, On leafy beds, nor guile his sleep molest. Unhappy Luke! he trusts a treacherous clue!
All at once the color flushes her sweet face from brow to chin: As it were with shame she blushes, and her spirit changed within. Then her countenance all over pale again as death did prove; But he clasp'd her like a lover, and he cheer'd her soul with love."
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