INTRODUCTION.

A DAMP and deny wreath that grew
Upon the breast of Spring,

A harp whose tones are faint and few,
With trembling hand I bring.

The clang of war, the trumpet's roar,
May drown the feeble note,

And down to Lethe's silent shore,
The scatter'd wreath may float.

But He, who taught the flowers to spring From waste neglected ground,

And gave the silent harp a string

Of wild and nameless sound;

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INTRODUCTION.

Commands my spirit not to trust
Her happiness with these:

A bloom that moulders back to dust,

A music soon to cease.

But seek those flowers unstain'd by time,
To constant virtue given,

And for that harp of tone sublime,
Which seraphs wake in Heaven.

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ADDRESS to the Deity,

Anniversary of the death of a venerable