THE HERMIT OF WARKWORTH.
PART SECOND.
Lovely smil’d the blushing morn,
And every storm was fled:
But lovelier far, with sweeter smile,
Fair Eleanor left her bed.
She found her Henry all alone,
And cheer’d him with her sight;
The youth consulting with his friend,
Had watch’d the livelong night.
What sweet surprise o’erpower’d her breast!
Her checks what blushes dy’d!
When fondly be besought her there
To yield to be his bride!
Within this lonely hermitage
There is a chapel meet:
Then grant, dear maid, my fond request,
And make my bliss complete.
O Henry! when thou deign’st to sue,
Can I thy suit withstand?
When thou, lov’d youth, hast won my heart,
Can I refuse my hand?
For thee I left a father’s smiles,
And mother’s tender care;
And whether weal or woe betide,
Thy lot I mean to share.
And wilt thou then, O generous maid!
Such matchless favour show,
To share with me, a banish’d wight,
My peril, pain, or woe?
Now Heaven, I trust, hath joys in store,
To crown thy constant breast;
For know, fond hope assures my heart
That we shall soon be blest.
Not far from hence stands Coquet Isle,
Surrounded by the sea, (5)
There dwells a holy friar, well known
To all thy friends and thee:
’Tis father Bernard, so revered
For every worthy deed,
To Raby Castle he shall go,
And for us kindly plead.
To fetch this good and holy man,
Our reverend host is gone
