THE SWEET-BRIER. 
And^ often in tlie hallow’d spot, 
Where pale the monrner weeps, 
I breathe my fragrance o’er the grave 
WTiere yonthfal beanty sleeps. 
Thns, year by year, my httle charms 
I cheerfully impart. 
Pleased, when I check a sorrowing tear. 
Or cheer one lonely heart. 
