By this, the Hind had reach'd her lonely cell, And vapours rose, and dews unwholesome fell. When she, by frequent observation wise, As one who long on heaven had fix'd her eyes, Discern'd a change of weather in the skies; The western borders were with crimson spread, The moon descending look'd all flaming red; She thought good manners bound her to invite 670 The stranger dame to be her guest that night. 'Tis true, coarse diet, and a short repast, (She said) were weak inducements to the taste Of one so nicely bred, and so unused to fast: But what plain fare her cottage could afford, A hearty welcome at a homely board, Was freely hers; and, to supply the rest, An honest meaning, and an open breast: Last, with content of mind, the poor man's wealth, A grace-cup to their common patron's health. 680 This she desired her to accept, and stay For fear she might be wilder'd in her way, Because she wanted an unerring guide; And then the dew-drops on her silken hide Her tender constitution did declare, Too lady-like a long fatigue to bear, And rough inclemencies of raw nocturnal air. But most she fear'd that, travelling so late, Some evil-minded beasts might lie in wait, And, without witness, wreak their hidden hate. 690 The Panther, though she lent a listening ear, Had more of lion in her than to fear: Yet, wisely weighing, since she had to deal With many foes, their numbers might prevail, Return'd her all the thanks she could afford, And took her friendly hostess at her word: Who, entering first her lowly roof, a shed With hoary moss, and winding ivy spread, Honest enough to hide an humble hermit's head, Thus graciously bespoke her welcome guest: 700 So might these walls, with your fair presence blest, Become your dwelling-place of everlasting rest; Not for a night, or quick revolving year; Welcome an owner, not a sojourner. This peaceful seat my poverty secures; War seldom enters but where wealth allures: Nor yet despise it; for this poor abode Has oft received, and yet receives a God; A God victorious of the Stygian race Here laid his sacred limbs, and sanctified the place, 710 This mean retreat did mighty Pan contain: Be emulous of him, and pomp disdain, And dare not to debase your soul to gain. The silent stranger stood amazed to see Contempt of wealth, and wilful poverty: And, though ill habits are not soon controll'd, A while suspended her desire of gold. But civilly drew in her sharpen'd paws, Not violating hospitable laws; And pacified her tail, and lick'd her frothy jaws. 720 The Hind did first her country cates provide; Then couch'd herself securely by her side. * * * * * FOOTNOTES: [Footnote 108: 'Philistines:' the Cromwellians, &c.]