" And there forlorn despairing hid," I'll lay me down and die:" 'Twas so for me that Edwin did," And so for him will I."" Thou shalt not thus," the hermit cry'd,And clasp'd her to his breast:The wondering fair one turn'd to chide,'Twas Edwin's self that prest." Turn, Angelina, ever dear," My charmer, turn to see," Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here," Restor'd to love and thee." Thus let me hold thee to my heart," And ev'ry care resign:" And shall we never, never part," O thou—my all that's mine." No, never, from this hour to part," We'll live and love so true;" The sigh that rends thy constant heart," Shall break thy Edwin's too."0