JVIykrh —J-Iappiness. 
“PLEASURES lie thickest where nro pleasures seem; 
L There’s not a leaf that falls upon the ground 
But holds some joy, of silence or of sound, 
Some sprite forgotten of a summer dream. 
Lama.n Dianchard. 
ENEATH the scant shade of an aged thorn, 
Silvered with age, and mossy with decay, 
I stood, and there bethought me of its morn 
Of verdant Iustihood, long passed away ; 
Of its meridian vigour, now outworn 
By cankering years, and by the tempest’s sway 
Bared to the pitying glebe.— Companionless, 
Stands the gray thorn complaining, to the wind— 
Of all the old wood’s leafy loveliness. 
The sole memorial that lags behind ; 
Its compeers perished in their youthfulness, 
Though round the earth their roots seem’d firmly twined: ' 
Plow sad it is to be so anchored here 
As to outlive one’s mates, and die without a tear! 
Moihz>.~vcIl, 
Jhorn— JSe verity. 
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