THE WREATHS A COLLECTION OF POEMS, FROM CELEBRATED ENGLISH AUTHORS. NEW-YORK: PUBLISHED BY W. B. GILLEY AND H. I. MEGAREY. J. Seymour, printer. *****.............. CONTENTS. Page 13 "Whilst some affect the sun, and some the shade." ELEGY, On the Death of Lady Coventry.-Mason, 80 109 Faintly as tolls the evening chime." MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN.-—Burns, "Oh! once the Harp of Innisfail." THE SOLDIER'S DREAM,-Campbell. 151 153 "Arm'd with thy sad last gift-the power to die." The Wreath. THE MINSTREL; OR, THE PROGRESS OF GENIUS. BOOK I. AH! who can tell how hard it is to climb And wag'd with Fortune an eternal war; In life's low vale remote hath pin'd alone, And yet, the languor of inglorious days Not equally oppressive is to all. Him, who ne'er listen'd to the voice of praise, The silence of neglect can ne'er appal. There are, who, deaf to mad Ambition's call, Would shrink to hear the obstreperous trump of Fame; Supremely blest, if to their portion fall Health, competence, and peace. Nor higher aim Had He, whose simple tale these artless lines proclaim B |