...hawthorn grew> Here, as with doubtful, penfive fteps I range, Trace every fcene, and wonder at the change, Remembrance wakes with all her bufy train, Swells at my breaft, and turns the pad to pain. C In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and GOD has given...

...many a year elapfcd, return to view Where once the cottage flood, the hawthorn grew, Remembrance wake* with all her bufy train, Swells at my breaft, and turns the part to pain. In all my wanderings round this world of caw, In all my griefs — and GOD has given...

...Remembrance wakes with all her bufy trairi^ Swells at my breaft, and turns the paft to paiti. C In \ In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and GOD has given my {hare — I ftill had hopes my lateft hours to crown, Amidfl thefe...

...grounds, • And, many a year elaps'd, return to view Where once the cottage flood, the hawthorn grew, Remembrance wakes with all her bufy train, Swells...at my breaft, and turns the paft to pain. In all my wand'rings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and GOD has giv'n my fhare— I ftill had...

...grounds, And, many a year elaps'd, return to view Where once the cottage flood, the hawthorn grew, Remembrance wakes with all her bufy train, Swells at my breaft, and turns the paft to pain. I ftitl had hopes, for pride attends us tliii, Amidfl the fwalns to 5iew my book-learn'd fkill, Around...

...grounds, And, many a year elaps'd, return to view Where once the cottage flood, the hawthorn grew. Remembrance wakes with all her bufy train, Swells...at my breaft, and turns the paft to pain. In all my wand'rings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has giv'n my fliare— ? I ilill...

...grounds, And many a year elaps'd, return to view, Where once the cottage ftood, the hawthorn grew, Remembrance wakes with all her bufy train, Swells...at my breaft, and turns the paft to pain. IN all my wand'rings round this world of care, In all my griefs— and GOD has giv'n my share— I ftill had...

...range, Trace every fcene, and wonder at the change ; Remembrance wakes, with all her bufy train,%i. Swells at my breaft, and turns the paft to pain *• ^ In all my wand'rings round this world of care, In all niy griefs — and God has- giv'n my fhare !— • I ftill...

...grounds, And, many a year elapfed, return to view Where once the cottage ftood, the hawthorn grew, Remembrance wakes with all her bufy train, Swells...my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs— and GOD has given my marc— I (lili had hopes my lateft hours to crown, • Amidfl thefe...

...grew, " Here as with doubtful, penfive fteps I range, * ' Trace every fcene and wonder at the change, " Remembrance wakes with all her bufy train, " Swells at my breaft, and turns the paft to pain." Even this have I found a faint though beautiful pifture of the fafts. — I do not recommend any man...