FLOWERS PLUCKED BY A TRAVELLER ON THE JOURNEY OF LIFE. BY CHARLES T. CONGDON. A thing of beauty is a joy forever; A bower quiet for.us, and.a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. John Keats' Endymion. BOSTON-LIBRARY SOCIETY BOSTON: PUBLISHED BY GEORGE W. LIGHT. M DCCC XL. ΤΟ MY COLLEGE FRIENDS THESE TRIFLES ARE DEDICATED. "Could we contract the choice of nature's plenty Into one form, and that form to contain All delicates, which the wanton sense Would relish, or desire to invent; to please it, The present were unworthy, for to purchase NOTICE. THESE poems I have arranged in this volume in the order in which I wrote them. They have been some pleasure to me, and I would fain hope that others may find some pleasure in them, also. I expect and desire not fame; yet it is pleasant to me to know, that those who know me best and whom I love best, have expressed a desire to have them collected. To such I present the volume. I will not plead my youth in extenuation of its faults; because I think that some of the best and most beautiful thoughts of the mind, abide in the younger heart; and if the sentiments of a production be truthful, I envy not the mind of the man who can find fault with words and quarrel with tropes and metaphors. Be it "good, bad or indifferent," I cast this, but a crumb at best, upon the waters. The |