"Beneath a mountain's brow, the most remote br And inaccessible by Shepherds trod, br In a deep cave, dug by no mortals hands br An Hermit lived,--a melancholy man br Who was the wonder of our wand'ring swains: br Austere and lonely--cruel to himself br They did report him--the cold earth his bed, br Water his drink, his food the Shepherd's alms. br I went to see him, and my heart was touched br With reverence and pity. Mild he spake, br And entering on discourse, such stories told, br As made me oft re-visit his sad cell.