How blest the pilgrim who in trouble At day-break o'er the purple heath, He plucks the wild flowers round him playing, And binds their beauties in a wreath. More dear to him the fields and mountains, For him the vine expands its clusters, In good old age serenely dying, Error detected in the Religious Intelligencer, 106 Substance of a speech delivered before the On Drunkenness, On Wisdom and Knowledge, Anecdote of Bourdaloue, Baltimore Conference Missionary Society, 268 |