Tworeasons, good or bad, the father led
To
fly the world:—all intercourse to dread
Since
fate had torn his lovely spouse from hence;
Misanthropy
and fear o’ercame each sense;
Of
the world grown tired, he hated all around:—
Too
oft in solitude is sorrow found.
His
partner’s death produced distaste of life,
And
made him fear to seek another wife.
A
hermit’s gloomy, mossy cell he took,
And
wished his child might thither solely look.
Amongthe poor his little wealth he threw,
And
with his infant son alone withdrew;
The
forest’s dreary wilds concealed his cell;
There
Philip (such his name) resolved to dwell.
Byholy motives led, and not chagrin,
The
hermit never spoke of what he’d seen;
But,
from the youth’s discernment, strove to hide,
Whate’er
regarded love, and much beside,
The
softer sex, with all their magick charms,
That
fill the feeling bosom with alarms.
As
years advanced, the boy with care he taught;
What
suited best his age before him brought;
At
five he showed him animals and flow’rs,
The
birds of air, the beasts, their sev’ral pow’rs;
And
now and then of hell he gave a hint,
Old
Satan’s wrath, and what might awe imprint,
How
formed, and doomed to infamy below;
In
childhood fear ’s the lesson first we know!
Theyears had passed away, when Philip tried,
In
matters more profound his son to guide;
He
spoke of Paradise and Heav’n above;
But
not a word of woman,—nor of love.
Fifteen
arrived, the sire with anxious care,
Of
nature’s works declaimed,—but
not the fair:
An
age, when those, for solitude designed,
Should
be to scenes of seriousness confined,
Nor
joys of youth, nor soft ideas praised
The
flame soon spreads when Cupid’s torch is raised.
Atlength, when twenty summers time had run,
The
father to the city brought his son;
With
years weighed down, the hermit scarcely knew
His
daily course of duty to pursue;
And
when Death’s venomed shaft should on him fall;
On
whom could then his boy for succour call?
How
life support, unknowing and unknown?
Wolves,
foxes, bears, ne’er charity have shown;
And
all the sire could give his darling care,
A
staff and wallet, he was well aware
Fine
patrimony, truly, for a child!
To
which his mind was no way reconciled.
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