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On the cold earth hath pass'd the dismal night? Cheerful domestic stir, nor crowing cock, Nor greeting friend, nor fawning dog hath he To give him his good-morrow.

Nay, do not let your fancy brood on this. Think not my Lord, tho' he with Gomez parted In a lone wood, will wander o'er the earth In dreary solitude. In every country Kind hearts are found to cheer the stranger's way.

Heaven grant he meet with such!

Then be not so cast down. Last night the air Was still and pleasant; sweetly thro' the trees, Which moved not, look'd the stars and crescent moon; The night-bird's lengthen'd call with fitful lapse, And the soft ceaseless sound of distant rills Upon the list'ning ear came soothingly; While the cool freshness of the air was mix'd With rising odours from the flowery earth. In such sweet summer nights, be well assured The unhoused head sleeps soundest.

The unhoused head! and Garcio's now is such! I could not sleep; and, as I paced my chamber,