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Rh "With still remark the pond'ring hermit view'd, In one so rich, a life so poor and rude: And why should such, within himself he cry'd, Lock the lost wealth a thousand want beside? But what new marks of wonder soon took place, In every settling feature of his face; When from his vest the young companion bore That cup the generous landlord own'd before, And paid profusely with the precious bowl The stinted kindness of the churlish soul. "But now the clouds in airy tumult fly; The sun emerging opes an azure sky; A fresher green the smelling leaves display, And, glitt'ring as they tremble, cheer the day; The weather tempts them from the poor retreat, And the glad master bolts the wary gate. While hence they walk, the pilgrim's bosom wrought With all the travel of uncertain thought; His partner's acts without their cause appear, 'Twas there a vice and seem'd a madness here; Detesting that, and pitying this, he goes, Lost and confounded with the various shows. "Now night's dim shades again involve the sky. Again the wand'rers want a place to lie; Again they search, and find a lodging nigh. The soil improv'd around, the mansion neat, And neither poorly low, nor idly great: